Page 44 of Fortress of the King

I squeeze her hand gently. “That’s something I know to be true.”

I get up once I’m finished and walk over to the other side of the room to the bar. I pick up the stereo remote and start some light soft classical music; I have inbuilt speakers all over the house.

I want her to forget her sadness, even if it’s just for tonight. Her confession has thrown me, frankly so has mine. And after all these years of seeing and doing everything, it sometimes still amazes me about people, as much as you think you know what’s going on with a person based on their exterior persona, you just don’t know what’s going on inside them at all. She hides it well. I’ve been an expert at it for a while now.

I walk back over and reach my hand out to her. She looks up momentarily alarmed, I’m not sure what she thinks I’m going to do to her or what preconceived notions she has, but right now, I just want her company.

I sit back down.

My mind flicks to Lucia. Losing her is something I’ve never gotten over. Maybe that’s why I don’t believe in relationships, maybe that’s why I can be such a cold fucker with no feelings most of the time, someone without a soul.

Tonight though, I’m not going to be that monster. I want to show her that I’m not always a sadistic bastard.

I’ve never cared if a woman wanted me back; it’s always just sex, an exchange, nothing more. With her, I want to seduce her fully and intentionally. I want her to know how desirable I find her. Ever since she shot me down on the first dinner date at the auction, I’ve been smitten. Nobody has ever turned me down.

I know I want to do things to her that will make her forget everything bad, even if for a few hours.

I tilt her chin up to look at me, her eyes look momentarily lost and I can’t help myself; I reach down to kiss her. I softly brush my lips over hers, testing the waters, and I’m delighted when she kisses me back. Gently, my tongue seeks entry and her cutlery clatters to her plate as she lets go, giving in to my demands, which is something she’ll get used to when enough time has passed.

I know right at this moment; I’m going to have a hard time staying away from her.

Her hand reaches out and clutches my sleeve and a small mewl leaves her throat. It gives me all the ammunition I need, and I feel my cock swell at her reciprocation.

I actually can’t control my cock around her anymore, I pull back slightly as she bites her lip, and I slide off the stool, moving between her legs. I brush up against her so she can feel my erection and she gasps. Her sensuality and this sweet, innocent act are so fucking hot.

“Do you like that?” I whisper.

“Yes, Angelo…” The breathy way she says my name as I caress her flushed cheek has me grinding into her. I want her so badly; my dick is begging to be let out.

“You’re a very sexy woman,” I murmur, reaching down to her neck and breathing in her beautiful scent, which smells faintly of roses. I can’t help it anymore. I slide her from the stool and lift her, placing her ass on the counter, shoving her plate away as she pulls me to her by the lapels of my shirt.

Fuck, that’s hot.

We kiss more urgently; her hands roam down my back as her legs wrap around my waist and she grips my ass. Fuck yeah. I could take her right here, right now, but she’s no whore. I want to fuck her properly and take my time.

I lift her up, and she wraps around me like we’ve always fit perfectly and I plant her against the wall, grinding my cock into her stomach.

“Feel that,Carina?”

She nods.

“You’ve got my cock so fucking hard ever since the day I met you.”

I fucking need her.

Her eyelids blink rapidly as I grin at her swollen lips. She’s gonna be sore everywhere pretty soon…

She wraps her arms around my neck and I plunge my tongue back in her mouth urgently, my hands roaming up the side of her body and up to grasp her succulent breasts.

I can see her nipples are already pebbled through that tight material, and I want my mouth on her tits so bad. I want to make her scream like this before I go anywhere near her pussy.

I thumb both her nipples as she groans at my touch. I know if I reach between her legs, she’ll be sopping wet, but I can’t go there just yet. If I do, I know I’ll ravage her.

She doesn’t make things better for my control when she runs her hand down my stomach, feeling the ripple effect as she goes and grips my cock through my pants.

I moan like a dying man as she squeezes me, knowing there’s no way I can keep this under control.

“Fuck, Rayne.” I squeeze one breast a little harder and push it with my palm as I grasp the side of her face.

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