Page 325 of Legacy
I kiss her again.
Harder now.
Deeper.
Not slow anymore.
Because I need her tofeelthe words I haven’t said.
I trail kisses down her breast, my hands roaming over every inch of bare skin, thumbs brushing the sides of her ribs, the soft dip of her waist.
She moans softly when I nip at the inside of her breast, sucking my mark on to her skin. Her back arches into me like her body knows where it belongs.
My lips trail Lower.
Down her stomach. Torturously slow.
Until all that’s left between us is a thin scrap of fabric soaked through with need.
I pause.
Just long enough for her to know what’s coming.
My hands slide beneath the delicate fabric, fingers curling around the sides.
“Angelo,” she breathes, voice catching. “No, don’t tear—”
Rip.
Too late.
Her panties give way in my fists like paper.
She groans, head falling back against the pillow.
“I liked those,” she mutters, breathless.
I chuckle, low and near her skin, as I kiss the inside of her thigh, just above the place she wants me most.
“At this rate,” she murmurs, “I’ll have no underwear left.”
I grin against her skin. “Good.”
I press her thighs open and bury my face between them.
She gasps sharp, her hips jerking, hands pulling against the ties as if she’s already coming apart just from the promise of it.
I press a hand down hard on her waist, pinning her to the bed.
“Told you to stay still.”
She lets out a soft, broken whimper—andfuck, I haven’t even started yet.
I drag my tongue,slowbefore circling her clit in one long, devastating pass.
She cries out.
I do it again. And again. And again.
