Page 313 of Legacy
Her pussy clenches around my cock, her breath breaking.
“Say it,” I demand, my voice rough, pushing deeper, making her take every inch. “Say who you belong to.”
“You,” she gasps, falling apart.
“That’s right,” I hiss, pushing deeper, dragging another broken moan from her mouth. “Say it.Let the walls hear it. Let the floor remember the sound of you coming undone for me.”
She’s shaking—flushed, ruined, and I still don’t let up.
“You were made for me. Every part of you. Your mind. Your mouth. This perfect body.Mine.”
“Yours,” she breathes out.
I brush my thumb across her lips, then slide it into her mouth and watch her suck it with wide, desperate eyes.
“That’s right,” I whisper, voice low from how hard I’m holding back. “Even if I lost everything, my empire, my name, my family…I’d crawl back to you on my hands and fucking knees. Just to taste you one more time. Just to feel you like this again.”
She gasps like she can’t take any more. But she will. She always does. She was built for me.
I slide my wet thumb across her bottom lip before pressing one last kiss to her open mouth and thrusting so deep she sobs into my mouth.
“Now come for me, Tesoro,” I murmur against her lips. “Let me feel it. Give me everything.”
And she does.
She breaks, utterly breathtakingly. My name a scream from her lips. Her pussy clenches around my cock, tight and pulsing. I fuck her through it, holding her down as her body milks every drop from me. I bury myself deep, spilling into her, marking her from the inside out.
She collapses against me, breathless, shaking, and I hold her there, my hand cradling her head.
“I know,” I whisper, arms wrapping around her. “I’ve got you. Always.”
After a moment, I brush her hair back and kiss her cheek.
“We still have some time,” I say, voice rough with affection and smug satisfaction. “You think I can zip that dress again without ruining it?”
She lets out a soft, breathless laugh against my shoulder.
“Doubt it.”
The elevator chimes.
A sharp, echoing sound that slices through the heavy silence like a warning shot.
Adriana stiffens against me. “No—tell me that’s not them already.”
I glance at the clock, then smirk. “Guess they’re early.”
She groans into my chest. “Of course they are.”
I press a kiss to her collarbone, then slowly, reluctantly, ease out of her, hissing as I do. Her breath stutters, her thighs still trembling.
“I have to clean up,” she whispers, eyes wide as I zip up my slacks and tuck my shirt back in, casual as ever.
I crouch down instead, fingers snaking along the floor to pluck up the crimson scrap of silk she had the nerve to call panties. I hold them up between two fingers, let my gaze drag up her still-naked body with a look that saysmine, then fold them once and slide them into my pocket.
“Angelo,” she breathes, eyes wide. “You’re not taking those.”
I lean in, pressing a kiss just below her jaw. “I’m not taking anything. I’m keeping what’s mine.”
