Page 154 of Dancing with the Devil
His tongue traced the shell of my ear.
“Admit that you can’t say no to me,” he pressed his lips to my ear. My muscles around him tightened and his whimper sent sparks of electricity down my spine. His hand lifted as he gripped the nape of my neck, forcing my lips to his. “Admit it, or I won’t let you come.”
My eyes fluttered closed at his words, and his free hand slipped between us, teasing my clit.
“I can’t—” I moaned, drawing my brows together in pleasure as his fingers rubbed my clit. “Say no to you,” I breathlessly moaned.
“You’re such a good girl.” His praise brushed my clit with heat. His lips found mine, and I whimpered when his tongue slid into my mouth.
Our tongues glided to a deep, lustful rhythm until I struggled to kiss him back.
His thrusts from underneath me forced my eyes to squeeze shut. “Right—oh God,” I moaned, feeling the pleasure grow uncontrollably overwhelming. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” I begged, dropping my head to his shoulder.
He slammed into me, hard, and I arched my back, pressing my sensitive nipples to his chest.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned.
My muscles relaxed as I let go, allowing my orgasm to explode between us. Seconds later, I could feel him pulsing inside of me as he filled me up. Heat danced against my skin as my limp body fell into his arms.
He held me, kissing the top of my head multiple times.
He carefully turned me around, and I rested my back against his chest, trying to catch my breath. “I think I’m going to fall asleep right here,” I murmured, and he wrapped both arms around me.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to keep you above water until you wake up,” he kissed the top of my head.
* * *
There were four bags on the desk in his room that Amelia had packed.
One for tops, one for bottoms, one for hygienic products, girl products, make-up etc, and one for…lingerie?
The one with lingerie had a note, saying:
“I know they make you feel better. And I bought you an extra two pairs. PS. This was not packed for your sexy time with my brother. That’s gross. I love you.”
I smiled, missing her all the most.
After getting dressed into some comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt, I headed downstairs to make breakfast. I was starving.
I started the coffee machine and made the two of us a cup of coffee while I waited for him to come downstairs.
I could hear him descending the stairs as I opened a few of his cabinets. “Do you own Nutella?” I asked—wanting to have some while cooking breakfast.
“Do I havewhat?” he asked and I heard the kitchen stool move.
I dropped back onto the heels of my feet, turning around. He was sitting down with the cup in one hand while he tossed his phone onto the island. “Let me rephrase that,” I asked, hiding a taunting smile. “Do you even eat chocolate?”
He shook his head. “It’s never been my thing, no. Why are you asking?”
I scrunched up my face, rolling my eyes. “No wonder you’re always so bitter,” I mumbled before grabbing my coffee and having a sip.
* * *
That morning Antonio told me that we would be staying here for the remaining four days, leading up to our wedding.
I asked him multiple times to just extend the date but once again, he refused. He was so headset on giving me my June 16th wedding that I couldn’t change his mind.
He also informed me that Amelia and their mother would be arranging everything. All I had to do was send them the details of how and what I wanted, so I did. I texted Amelia about my dress and in less than twenty-four hours I had it. I was in love.
