Page 39 of The Bonventi Hitman
He slides my dress off my shoulders, and it falls to the floor, leaving me before him in just my lacy thong.
He takes a step back, drinking in the sight of me with hungry eyes. He smiles and grabs me.
He makes a trail of kisses down my neck. The sensation makes me lose control. I gasp as he teases the hem of my thong with his thumb. His hunger radiates through every touch, stoking the burning fire within me.
He cups my breast, and a moan escapes my lips when he begins sucking on my hardened nipple. The warmth of his tongue envelops me. My body arches toward him, desperate for more. I fist his dark hair, lost in the pleasure of having this powerful man at my mercy.
His hand slides further down, grazing my stomach as he reaches the damp fabric of my wet panties. The heat of his touch there makes me moan. With skilled fingers, he hooks my thong and slides it down my legs.
He begins to tease my swollen clit, his fingers circling slowly. I squirm, my body seeking release. His touch fuels the desire that courses through my veins.
His fingers slide into me, finding a rhythm that drives me wild. Our eyes lock as he pushes me closer to the edge. "You're so wet for me, Bella."
A moan escapes my lips as my legs tremble, struggling to keep me standing.
Gabriel curls his fingers inside me, hitting the spot that makes my vision blur. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as the desire to come climbs higher and higher. He doesn't stop, pushing me further with each stroke.
As my orgasm crashes over me, I collapse into him, my body shaking uncontrollably, as I take a few deep breaths.
I reach for the top button of his shirt, my hands still shaking from my release. When I think I've got it, I pull. The button pops off his shirt and falls to the floor.
He looks down and then back up at me. "Don't stop with one," he says, his eyes darkened with lust.
I clasp my hands on his shirt, letting my animalistic side take over. I feel what he must feel in this moment—a desire to devour my prey.
I pull my arms apart in one quick motion, and his buttons tear away from the fabric and scatter on the floor. I pull his shirt off and toss it to the side.
My breath quickens as I take in the sight of him, bare-chested and powerful. I see his phoenix tattoo up close and run my hands over it and his sculpted chest. For a moment, I’m struck by how little I truly know about this man—his past, his secrets—but none of it seems to matter. He makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never known, like I belong to him completely. He’s claiming me with every touch, and the intensity in his eyes tells me I’m the only one he desires, the only one he’ll ever want.
I lean in and kiss the phoenix, adding small licks, my lust raging.
As I do, his hands find my waist and pull me closer against his body. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach, and my desire to have it inside me floods my mind.
I find his lips and kiss him with everything I have to offer.
All too soon, he breaks the kiss and growls softly in my ear, "Bella, I need to taste all of you." He lifts me up effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I moan as he carries me to the bed, laying me down gently and climbing on top of me.
He takes his time, showing his devotion to me. He kisses along my jawline, working his way down my neck and toward my breasts. He teases my nipples with his tongue and gives them a slight bite, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Just like before, I arch my back, wanting more, needing more.
He lowers his head between my thighs, and I gasp as his tongue finds my clit. The sensation is unbelievable, and I can barely take it. I grab fistfuls of the bedsheets as he explores me with his tongue.
"Shit, Gabriel. Oh, fuck," I moan, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control.
But it's no use; I'm completely at his mercy.
He gently shakes his head, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. My hips involuntarily buck, grinding against his face as he pushes me closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of release again.
"Don't stop, don't stop," I beg, knowing what I need—what I must have.
He doesn't, and my orgasm crashes through me like a wave. I cry out his name, my body convulsing in pure ecstasy as I feel him licking my juices, savoring his taste.
As the intense shockwaves subside, Gabriel kisses his way back up my body, stopping to kiss my sensitive breasts along the way. My heart races as I feel his hard dick pressing against my thigh.
I reach down to undo his pants, but he captures my wrists in his strong grip and pins them above my head. The feeling of being restrained sends a thrill through me. I test his grip, finding it unbreakable. "Don't move," he growls, and I feel myself grow wetter at his command.
He releases me and stands, my arms staying put, obeying their last command. Without breaking eye contact with me, he unbuckles his belt and then the top button of his pants. The weight of the belt causes them to drop fast to the ground. I look him up and down as he removes his boxer briefs.
My eyes widen to see him fully erect and on display. I can't look away from the sight of him—hard, powerful. His broad shoulders, chiseled chest, tattoos, and a six-pack that seems to go on forever—and he's entirely mine for the night.
