Page 53 of Their Reckless Thief
Gods, her breasts were perfect. Perky, with just enough weight that they shifted with her movement.
This wasn’t about me tonight. As much as I wanted to shove my dick down her throat and make her gag, I couldn’t. I needed her to see and believe I was the person who would do it all for her. I wanted to take her to the edge time and time again until she could no longer think about Roberto or her fucked-up life. I wanted her to forget that she had to fight for survival. Tonight, she’d think of nothing but the pleasure I gave her.
And it would be my fucking name on her lips, no one else’s.
With one practiced move, I removed her bra. My fingers traced the curves of her soft skin, savoring the warmth that emanated from her body. I leaned in, pressing my lips against her collarbone and trailing kisses downwards. I lightly squeezed one of those gorgeous breasts while my other hand trailed lower, skimming over her stomach until I reached the waistband of her shorts. She shivered as I pushed the fabric down slowly, inchby inch, revealing more of her smooth thighs and her lacy black panties.
My tongue flicked out, lapping up a tiny droplet of sweat that had formed on her skin, and I almost groaned at the salty sweetness that exploded on my tongue. My cock twitched in anticipation as I pushed her shorts all the way down to her ankles. I moved back up to kiss her skin once more, my body flush against hers. Our hips found a rhythm as we moved against each other.
I stared into her eyes. They were heavy-lidded and filled with desire—a sight that ignited something hot inside me. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she moaned softly against my skin. Her breath was hot and quick against my face as she whispered my name between gasps for air. It was all I could do not to lose myself in those depths. Not yet, though. I wanted her to scream my name first.
Celeste’s hands tangled in my dark hair again as she arched her back slightly, offering herself up for more. Without breaking eye contact, I ran both hands down her stomach and crawled to the end of the bed. I traced the edges of her panties with my tongue, and she moaned.
“Time to see if you taste as good as you smell, Celeste,” I growled as I pulled her panties off and tossed them over my shoulder. Groaning, I positioned myself between her thighs.
I took a deep breath, relishing the scent of her arousal. Gods, she could bottle it and sell it to the highest bidder.
I lapped at her, teasing around her folds and the innermost parts of her thighs. Then, slowly, inch by inch, I dragged my tongue along her folds, teasing and exploring. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, making me hungry for more. With each flick of my tongue against her clit, Celeste’s hips bucked up against me, desperate for more contact. Her moans grew louderas she lost herself to the sensations that coursed through her body.
I slid a finger inside her wet pussy, testing how well she could take me. “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me, Celeste?”
She moaned and writhed beneath me.
I grinned against her sensitive skin as her walls clenched around my fingers when I pushed a second finger inside her. She was so wet and ready for me that I yearned to fuck her all night long.
But tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight was about showing her how good I could make her feel without losing control.
I gripped the edge of the mattress with one hand, steadying myself as I continued to feast on her. Every sound she made echoed through the room, like an erotic symphony. She tasted like a combination of sweet candy and tangy Phantomine, and it drove me completely wild.
I needed more of this. I needed all of her.
I thrust a third finger inside her, feeling the slick walls stretch around me. She moaned loudly as I worked my fingers in and out of her in time with my tongue on her clit. She tasted even better than she smelled—all sugar and sinful desire that left me aching for more.
I curled my fingers to reach the spot that would send her over the edge. My free hand drifted up her stomach until I palmed her breast. I gently pinched and rolled her nipple, chuckling when a yelp escaped her throat. I stopped and met her eyes.
“Please,” she begged. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back onto her soaking pussy. I moaned, letting the vibration travel through her clit. I pressed my tongue to her center, making it as flat as possible. I wanted her to feel as much friction as possible. I rolled my tongue from side to side, thenin a rhythmic circular motion as my fingers pumped harder into her.
“Come for me, Celeste. I want to hear you scream my name.” I flicked my tongue over her clit and curled my fingers against her G-spot. With one final rotation of my tongue and twitch of my fingers on her G-spot, Celeste grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.
She clenched around my fingers as she yelled, “Yes, Dorian! Gods, yes!”
15
CELESTE
I wokeup earlier than usual, the dull light of dawn barely filtering through my bedroom window. It had been two days since Dorian showed up in my room. Two days since his mouth had been between my thighs, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Gods, the way his tongue had moved, the way he’d looked at me while he was doing it… He had worshipped me—there was no other way to describe it. My entire body vibrated with the memory, and my stomach did a little flip. I kept having to remind myself that he was a fucking mob boss. A dangerous one at that.
Get it together, Celeste.
Groaning, I rolled out of bed, already dreading the day. I had to check in with Roberto. After everything that had happened during my time at Vincenzo’s mansion, the last thing I wanted was to face Roberto, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I needed him for work. For survival.
Vivian met me outside our building, her brow furrowed like she was deep in thought. Perhaps she also wasn’t looking forward to seeing Roberto.
“Ready?” she asked, nudging my shoulder.
I shrugged. “As ready as I’ll ever be. You know how much I love listening to Roberto’s nonsense.”
