Page 75 of Savage Union
"Your body disagrees." I run my hands up her thighs, feeling the slight tremor beneath my touch. "As does mine."
I lower my head, trailing kisses down her stomach, then lower still. Her surprise is evident in the sharp gasp she makes, in the sudden tension in her thighs. But she doesn't stop me, doesn't push me away as I worship her with lips and tongue, drawing sounds from her that will haunt my dreams for years to come.
I drag my tongue through her folds, slow and deep, savoring the way her thighs tremble around my head. She gasps, high-pitched and shocked, her hand shooting out to grip the edge of the table.
“Vito—oh my god?—”
I growl against her, licking her again and again, tongue flattening against her clit before sucking it into my mouth, teasing it with slow, rhythmic flicks. Her hips jerk. I hold her down, gripping her thighs so hard she might bruise.
Iwanther marked. Want her to feel this tomorrow and think of me.
She’s panting now, wild and wrecked, her body twitching as I circle her entrance with the tip of my tongue and slide two fingers inside her. She clenches down so tight I nearly lose it.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please—please don’t stop.”
I don’t. I eat her like it’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at, tongue and fingers working in tandem until she’s thrashing against my hold, crying out, breath breaking in sobs of pleasure.
When she's trembling on the edge, I raise my head, meeting her dazed expression. "Still hate me?"
"Yes," she gasps, though the word holds no conviction. "God, don't stop."
I smile against her skin. "So demanding."
"Please," she whispers, the word clearly costing her proud soul dearly.
I rise to my full height, positioning myself between her thighs, cock heavy and aching against her slick heat. I press the tip just barely against her entrance, not pushing—waiting. Testing. “Look at me,” I say, low and rough. “I want to see your eyes.”
She does.
God, she does—and itgutsme.
Her gaze locks on mine, wide and unblinking. There’s no hatred in it. No resentment. Only hunger and fear—not of me, but of what comes next. The unknown. The surrender.
And something about it—abouther—shreds through my walls like they were made of paper.
“Caterina—” I start, warning, question, plea all tangled in my voice.
“Don’t,” she breathes, shaking her head. “Just... just do it.”
I push forward carefully, slowly, watching her face like a man watching the edge of a cliff. The moment I breach her, she sucks in a breath, her whole body going rigid beneath me.
Then I feel it.
The catch. The resistance.
The pain she tries to hide.
I freeze, hand braced on the table beside her head, my jaw tight as realization crashes through me.
She’s never done this before.
My voice is little more than a whisper. “You’re a virgin.”
She turns her face away, and fuck if the sight of her flushed cheeks doesn’t make me want to bothdestroyandprotecther in the same breath. “Was,” she mutters, her pride bleeding through the shame she doesn’t need to carry.
A curse claws its way up my throat, swallowed before it escapes.
Shegavethis to me.
