Page 15 of Cassio (Belles & Mobsters 3)

His tongue tangled with mine, guiding me, tasting me. This was new territory for me, yet there was no doubt this man knew how to kiss. He tasted like sin and heaven. The best kind of sin that would maybe get me kicked out of heaven.

The kiss turned rough, a scrape of his teeth against my bottom lip. My pulse drummed in my ears and fire rushed through my veins, consuming me. The world felt right with his mouth on mine, my soft body pressed against his hard one.

I gripped his hair tighter, pulling him closer.To devour me.A groan vibrated from deep in his chest and his hands dug into my hips. Our tongues danced, as our bodies moved to our own tunes.

I felt consumed. Complete. Right.

Nothing had ever felt so right. He tasted so good. My breathing was erratic, my brain in a lust infused fog and between my thighs pulsed the gnawing ache that I knew he could satisfy.

My fingernails scraped against his scalp, needing him closer. I was desperate for more of this. For everything. His tongue tangled with mine; our kiss was starved.Maybe he feels everything I do, I pondered. There was no other way to explain it. He was consuming me in an unfamiliar way that felt so right. A shiver rolled through me, the throbbing ache between my thighs demanding to be sated.

He nipped my bottom lip and pulled back. My eyes snapped to him, ready to beg him not to stop. I was twenty-three and had never felt anything like this before. This kiss was everything.

“Come with me,” he rasped. He could be Lucifer dragging me to hell. I didn’t care; I’d follow him willingly.

His hand took mine, his palms rough against my soft skin. He led me to a hallway where we met earlier. People were dancing, laughing, but none of it registered as I followed him down the hallway and up the stairs. The only thing I was aware of was him.

We entered a room that looked like an office. It smelled like him, scotch and his expensive cologne. My eyes roamed over the luxurious but simple office.

His lips ran up my neck, pressing my body against the door.

“I’m going to lock the door so nobody surprises us.” A heartbeat of silence. “Is that okay?”

This kind of scenario was what I preached to my cousins and friends. Yet, here I was nodding my head in agreement. But God, he felt so good. I had to seize this opportunity when my body wasn’t revolting at a man’s touch.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

The lock clicked, and for a moment, we stared at each other. As if he was giving me a chance to change my mind. To protest.

I took a breath in and released it slowly. I wanted him, there wasn’t an ounce of doubt about it. My body didn’t freak out, neither did my heart. What was it about him that made my heart drum so hard and my body hum with desire, yet made me feel safe? His presence alone chased away the dark shadows lurking in my mind to a dark, faraway corner where they no longer mattered.

He studied me with an intensity that matched my own. But he waited for me to make the final move. His eyes were on me, the hunger in them matching my own, telling me he felt this sizzling attraction too. Yet, he waited. Forme.

Three heartbeats. And my mind was made up. I couldn’t resist him. I reached out and thread my fingers through his dark waves and pressed my lips to his.

A soft groan left his throat before he grabbed me by the back of my neck and took charge. I knew he would. He kissed me hard, taking ownership of my mouth.It is his, a thought echoed in my mind.It has been his for a long time.

We kissed wild and rough, wet and messy. His tongue moved hard and fast, twirling with mine, owning me. It was perfect. I wanted him to keep kissing me, touching me. Whatever this was… I wanted more of it. His tongue licked every inch of my mouth, as if he wanted to taste every corner of it. His heat was wild and hot, engulfing me. His hands roamed my body, and at this moment, I was grateful the Wonder Woman costume was so skimpy. It allowed me to feel his touch on my skin, sending sparks straight to my core.

I melted into his embrace, his hands burning my skin in the best way possible. I should blush at what I was doing with a stranger, but I didn’t care. It was my proof that I wasn’t made of ice, that I wasn’t broken.

I was starved for a man’s touch.Thisman’s touch. His hands came down to my breasts and palmed them through the flimsy material. A soft whimper escaped my lips and my back arched into his touch.

“Please,” I breathed against his lips.Is this it?No wonder all my girlfriends and Margaret fussed over sex so much. I haven’t gotten to that part yet, and I was delirious.

My lower belly clenched with need and the pulse between my thighs ached, begging for release. As if he knew my body better than I did, his hands slipped under my dress and pulled my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and then he lifted me and sat my ass against a desk.

I placed my palms down on the desk to steady myself and his mouth clashed against mine again. Another moan vibrated from my throat and he swallowed it. Our tongues danced together like we’d done this a million times before. The fire that blazed within me was set to burn me into ashes.

His mouth moved down, trailing kisses down my neck and nipping at my skin. It was as if he was marking me. My head tilted back and my eyes fluttered shut, relishing in this foreign, yet addictive sensation.

My entire body was on the verge of exploding. Languid heat rushed through my veins, a delightful shiver running down my spine. He spread my thighs open and the stubble scratched the soft skin there. My eyes shot open with the realization of what he was about to do. I licked my lips, my breathing labored as I watched him inch closer and closer to my sweet spot. Yet, no panic.

Our gazes locked, his tongue trailing a path closer and closer to my entrance. I swallowed hard and held my breath as my heart drummed in my ears.

He pushed my thighs further apart with his rough palms, and I watched with wide eyes. Waiting. Anticipating. Wanting.

His eyes lowered to my exposed thighs. His burning gaze caressed my clit without even touching it.

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