Page 45 of Cassio (Belles & Mobsters 3)

The thought was sudden and irrelevant, yet somehow important. He was key to my healing, to the broken pieces of me I couldn’t understand or remember.

He pressed against me, so much bigger and stronger than me. He radiated power, his face hard lines and his inked hands that could easily snap me in half. Yet, I had never felt safer.

I pushed myself against him, following my instinct. He wanted me to be sure, so I would show him. He lowered his head, his nose skimming my neck and I tilted my head to allow him full access. My body never surrendered to anyone with ease like this.

Closing my eyes, I let go of everything and just felt. His body so close to mine. His strength. His warmth. His scent.

His hips pressed against my belly, his hard cock evidence of his desire.He wants me too, I thought victoriously. His lips skimmed my neck as he breathed me in, inhaling my skin like it was his oxygen and every part of me shuddered with the intensity of it.

Hunter’s hand snaked around my lower back and lowered further, his large palm spread across my ass, gripping it tighter before hauling me up. Our bodies were flushed together.

His lips were a whisper away, grazing against mine. “You want this?”

Fire burned in his eyes. He could read my body even better than me. He understood it and played it like a fiddler. And I trusted him, so much that it should scare me.

It didn’t.

“Yes,” I breathed.

One word. It was all it took for Hunter’s control to unleash. He clashed his mouth against mine, plunging his tongue past my lips. Our mouths fought for dominance, our breathing heavy. My back pressed against the wall, my hand wound itself into his hair, tugging at the strands as I pressed myself harder against him, grinding against him.

I needed more of him.

With this man, I was normal. My body never froze or fought his touch. No matter what. Our groans mixed, both of us gasping for air as he shoved himself inward, and I felt his hard erection pressing against my stomach.

His lips slid down my jaw and trailed a path of kisses to my throat. He licked the hollow between my neck and lower jaw. Every inch of my skin burned for more of his touch. My whimpers became moans and I arched my back, desperate to be closer to him. This need for him was clawing at me, eager to be satisfied. The way he kissed me, hard and possessive, told me he felt the same kind of urgency.

His hand trailed down my body, over my chest, the touch feather light. Lingering over my breasts, I arched myself into his touch, encouraging him. He pinched my nipples through my ridiculously revealing dress and a loud moan echoed through the room. Encouraged, he lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I groaned at the sensation, leaning my head back against the wall and my eyelids pressed tightly together as I relished in the moment. My fingers gripped his dark hair hard, scared he’d stop. Or even worse, my body would shut down and panic would overtake.

The second his teeth gently bit my nipple through the material a lusty whimper left my lips. This has to be just lust, a boiled down lust that exploded after years of non-functioning. Then why did it feel like something so much more? So much stronger than just raw desire.

His hands skimmed down my body, his palms warm against my skin.

“Áine…” His voice was raspy, hoarse and the woman in me that I thought was broken was glad that he was just as impacted by this as I was. “You are so beautiful.”

Peeling my heavy lids open, I found his darkened gaze almost reverent on me. His mouth latched onto my lips and my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me into another room. A bedroom, I realized.

The moment he put me down on the mattress, he shed his clothes. My own dress hiked up and scrunched around my waist. I went to take it off when his words halted me.

“No, I'll take it off,” he rasped, his eyes on fire. “I want the privilege of stripping you naked. Baring every inch of your skin to me.” My skin went cold, then flaming hot. No complaints here. “Yes?”

I liked that he asked, rather than assumed. It pulled at some invisible strings inside me, I couldn’t understand it myself. But each second around him made me fall deeper and deeper into his safety web.

I nodded and raised my hands, allowing him to swiftly take the material off me and land soundlessly on the ground.

My eyes traveled over his strong, naked body, the ink marking his upper chest, neck, forearms, and hands.

He was beautiful. All man, hard and strong. A toned magnificent chest, six pack abs, muscular thighs and his cock… good God. I hadn’t seen many, but I was fairly certain that Hunter was very well equipped. A sweet, throbbing ache pulsed between my thighs.

Scooting closer to him, I trailed my hands down his body. I almost expected my body to freeze at any moment but it never came. This unconditional physical trust was a novelty. I intended to take advantage of it. After all, I was way overdue.

His abs were like marble under my fingertips. My hand traveled lower and lower until I took his hard shaft into my hand. The moment my fingers wrapped around his smooth cock, it jolted in my hand as if it was straining for more of my touch. My heart raced, pumping blood through my veins and my ears buzzed from the adrenaline.

I licked my lips, locking eyes on it as I tentatively stroked his erection, from base to tip in slow movements. I wished I had more experience so I could ensure his pleasure, though he seemed to like what I was doing.

He watched my every move through half-lidded eyes. I slid off the bed and lowered myself onto my knees. Am I really doing this? I never thought I’d willingly kneel in front of anyone, and here I was eager in front of this man. Practically a stranger.

I braced my hand on each hard ass cheek of his and parted my lips, taking him into my mouth. The moment the head of his cock slid between my lips, pushing deeper, I felt him shudder.

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