Page 111 of Cassio (Belles & Mobsters 3)

Desire flared in her eyes and she gulped softly.

I didn’t miss a beat. I raised a forkful of pineapple and bit into it. Truthfully, I didn’t care for pineapple, but if she wanted me to eat them in truck loads, I would.

She reached for another forkful of pineapple, but I stopped her. Instead, I fed it to her and she obediently took it. It was sexy as fuck. She was independent and strong, yet she obeyed me without question.

We lasted three minutes before we rushed into the bedroom. My hand fisted into her hair and my mouth crashed down on her soft, ruby lips. She tasted just as sweet as always. As I devoured her, I knew this woman would be the death of my self-control.

But none of it mattered because she would be worth a thousand pains. Her curves fit my palms, like God created her just for me. Two years of watching her, craving her and it had all come down to this.

It was all worth it. For her, I’d wait lifetimes.

Áine’s arms wrapped around my neck, her soft curves pliant against me. I pushed her against the wall and tightened my grip on her hair, angling her head so I could penetrate her mouth deeper. I needed all of her, to taste every inch of her sweet mouth.

Our kiss wasn’t sweet. It was hard, demanding, possessive, and desperate. Years of pent-up need caught up to both of us. My brain warned me to go slow, but I was too far gone. Her little moans vibrated through me and straight to my cock.

I pinched her nipple through her robe and her back arched into me. “That’s right baby,” I rasped against my mouth. “Show me what you want.”

“More.” One word. A demand that I would definitely satisfy.

I hooked her legs around my waist and carried her to our bed.

Ourbed. It sounded so damn right.

Placing her on it, her red hair spread across my pillow, I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her so deep. Her face was flushed with arousal and her ocean gaze hungry on me.

“Take off the robe,” I ordered, taking a small step back. I didn’t trust myself not to pounce on her.

She sat back up, then knelt on the bed, and in an agonizingly slow move discarded the robe. I hungrily watched her body, and it took all my self-control not to reach out and touch her. Feel her soft skin under my rough palms.

Jesus fucking Christ.She was Aphrodite in the flesh. My grandfather insisted on taking me to church whenever I stayed with him. I obliged but couldn’t quite find the religion. Yet now, looking at her, I found it.

“Panties.”

Without a question, she got rid of her panties and resumed her kneeling position. I grabbed a chair and sat myself on it. Every time I touched her before, it was rushed; the lights dimmed. Our bodies hungry for each other. This time, I intended to savor it. Nice and long.

“Be a good girl and spread your thighs for me,” I ordered. “Let me see what is mine.”

She gasped, but I could smell her arousal. So fucking sweet. So fucking mine.

Her mouth parted, our gazes connected and her eyes glimmered with desire as she obeyed. Áine was fiercely independent, but as I watched her follow my command, she brought me to my knees. She was my heart. My everything.

“You are soaked,” I groaned. My eyes feasted on her naked body like I was starved. I’d never get enough of her.

A small shiver rippled through her body. “Y-yes,” she panted.

My eyes traveled over her slim legs, over her narrow waist, and caressed every inch of her with my eyes. My gaze dragged from her full breasts to her face. A deep blush bloomed on her face and across her body.

Fuck, I gritted my teeth,I am rock hard.

“Touch yourself,” I rasped my demand. “Like you did when we talked on the phone.”

A soft moan slipped past her lips but she didn’t hesitate. Áine’s one hand caressed her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipple, while her other hand slid between her legs. Her eyes remained locked on me as she rubbed her clit.

I couldn’t take my gaze off her, devouring every move, every whimper she made as she fingered her pussy. I wanted to know exactly what she liked, make her crave me as I craved her. Her breaths turned shallow, her mouth open and her eyes hazed with lust.

Mine.

The word seared into my brain, my heart and my soul. My fists clenched at the thought of anyone seeing her or touching her.

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