Page 243 of Legacy
“Say it,” he demands, fucking me with his fingers, his tongue flicking over my clit in fast, devastating strokes.
“Yes,fuckyes, don’t stop—”
“Come on, Scarlet,” he snarls, “come on my tongue.”
I shatter around him, my vision going white as pleasure tears through me, my body convulsing, pussy clenching around his fingers, a scream ripping from my throat.
But he doesn’t stop.
He keeps licking, keeps fucking me with his fingers as I ride out the high, dragging more and more out of me until I’m sobbing his name, until I’m limp, ruined, boneless against the sheets.
Only then does he pull back, lips wet, eyes dark and satisfied as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking down at me.
He drags his tongue across his bottom lip and moans again, eyes locked on mine.
“I’ll never get enough.”
And as he crawls up my body, mouth finding mine again, I taste myself on his tongue and feel a whole new ache bloom deep inside me.
His lips trail along my jaw, down my throat, biting, sucking hard enough to leave bruises, to mark me as his. His hands roam my body with possessive reverence, gripping my hips, sliding up to palm my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I arch, breathless, craving more.
His cock is heavy against my thigh, hot, throbbing, ready to take—but as he shifts to slide inside me, I press a hand to his chest.
“Wait,” I whisper.
He stills, eyes dark, searching mine, waiting for the rejection that doesn’t come.
“It’s my turn.”
A slow, dangerous grin cuts across his face, something hungry sparking in his eyes as he rolls onto his back, arms spread wide, cock standing proud and ready for me.
“Then take me, Tesoro.”
The challenge in his voice makes heat bloom in my belly.
I crawl over him, letting my hair brush over his skin, letting him feel the heat of me without giving him the relief he wants. I lower, pressing soft, teasing kisses to his throat, down his chest, biting a mark just below his collarbone. He groans, head falling back, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Fuck,” he breathes when I swirl my tongue around his nipple, scraping it lightly with my teeth.
I continue lower, nails dragging down his abs, watching the muscles jump, feeling the tension vibrating off him.
Then I’m there—face to face with the thick, flushed length of him, precum glistening at the tip.
I glance up at him, meeting his eyes, seeing how wrecked he already looks, how hard he’s fighting not to grab me and take back control.
“Patience,” I smirk, licking a slow stripe up the underside of his cock.
“Christo,” he chokes out, hands flying to my hair, not pushing, just holding, grounding himself as I swirl my tongue around the head before taking him into my mouth, inch by inch, letting him feel the heat, the wet, the slide of my tongue.
“Look at me,” he grits, and my eyes lock on his as I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him down.
“Fuck, Scarlet,” he grits out, hips jerking, fighting the urge to thrust.
I set a pace, bobbing my head, sucking hard, stroking the base with my hand, loving the way his jaw tightens, the way his abs clench, the way he mutters curses in Italian like a prayer.
“Just like that,” he groans, fingers tightening in my hair, breath ragged, eyes glued to me. “You’re gonna make me coat your tongue, Tesoro.”
I pull off with a wet pop, licking my lips as he lets out a strangled groan, eyes wild.
