Page 32 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

His hands slide down my waist, squeezing my flesh during his exploration, then he bites on my lower lip and tugs it to the side, giving me a momentarily reprieve to gasp for breath before he dips his tongue back inside.

His palms stop under my ass, and he hikes me up, my legs wrapping around him, and we groan when his hard-on presses to my wet, aching core as he pushes me against the shelf, several books falling down from the impact.

“This is madness,” I whimper when his lips slide down to my chin, nipping on it hard before soothing it with a lick, and thousands of sensations travel through me, one more powerful than another, my body demanding satisfaction from the lust this man has inspired. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“In madness lies chaos, and where chaos is, there is fun, querida,” he murmurs against my skin, shifting lower to my neck, and I arch my back, welcoming every lick and nibble of his mouth breaking goose bumps all over me.

My mind urges me to stop all this, mortified by what I’m allowing this man to do to me, yet its voice is blocked by my body and heart craving to know what it’s like to be the object of Santiago’s desire.

My pussy clenches just thinking about the heavy bulge behind his zipper, hungry for it and what it can do inside me.

Sliding his mouth to my shoulder, he tugs the strap of my dress to the side with his teeth before latching onto my skin, sucking on it so hard he’ll probably mark it. Urgently, my fingers lace in his hair, pulling him closer to me, if it’s possible. “Someone will see,” I say with my last bit of protest, powerful enough to stop me from doing this, but instead of listening to the slight fear of someone stumbling upon us making out, I tighten my hold on him, needing him to take care of our mutual needs that drive me insane.

“No one will enter without my permission.” He walks us away from the shelf, transferring his attention to my other shoulder as he moves us back to my seat and places me on the table, right under the harsh light streaming above me from the glassed ceiling. “I cleared it out for us.” An odd thrill zips over me at his admission. I whimper, arching my back, and he chuckles.

Leaning back, he flips my dress up so he can settle his splayed palm on my core, his fingers slipping inside my lacy panties, running them over my walls, up and down, driving me insane with each slide. “So fucking wet.” His bites my nipple through the dress, leaving damp imprints on it as he enters me with two fingers, pressing them so deep I moan. “The idea pleases you, doesn’t it, my dirty, dirty girl?” In this moment, I’m willing to be his anything, if he continues to pleasure me in the way I’ve never known before.

Even if my brain screams at me to stop being so pathetic and push him way.

His mouth trails toward my other breast, trapping my covered nipple between his teeth and tugging on it, sending sensations through me and awakening every hair on my body.

A gasp slips past my lips before he sucks it into his mouth, dampening the cloth around it and growling against it.

His fingers delve deeper, back and forth, adding more friction to the insanity slowly spreading inside me. He drags his mouth back up and bites on my collarbone and then catches my mouth, his tongue pushing in, seeking mine as they engage in a duel that has the power to wipe anything from my mind.

Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him closer, threading my fingers in his hair and marveling at the strong muscles pressing against my curves. It’s like he’s the most perfect carved statue who has come alive.

Alive to feast on my flesh, and I’ll gladly let him.

He owns my mouth, stabbing himself deep into me as if permanently marking a territory that shouldn't be his in the first place.

Each brush of his tongue tells me how this man takes whatever he desires, not giving a shit what anyone thinks about it, and for some maddening reason, he craves my body right now.

And as much as I know this will bring me nothing but heartache, I give in to his embrace, my fingers digging into his neck as his own roam inside me, over and over again, heightening the pleasure gliding over my skin rapidly and warming my blood, which is ready to erupt like a volcano and burn me with its intensity, claiming me.

The heated kiss envelops my senses. The hot flush scorches through my veins, and I tighten my hold around him, slightly moving my hips forward, meeting his strokes halfway, and I gasp into his mouth when his thumb taps on my clit. My flesh dampens more, and I thrust up again, just a little more friction and I’ll come to the edge, ready to fall into a pool of pleasure.

I close my eyes when he lets go of my mouth and throw my head back, baring my neck for his assault. He grazes it lightly with his teeth, sucking on my skin and marking it for everyone to see. I whisper, “Please, Santiago.” My hand slides down my stomach, covering his wrist, pushing it harder into me; he just needs to go a little deeper. “Please,” I whisper, focusing only on the need to come and the pleasure my body so craves, demanding it like my next breath.

“No, querida,” he murmurs, his husky voice enveloping me in a haze and only adding to my need. “Dónde estaría la diversión en eso?”

Where would be the fun in that?

Ever so slowly, he drags his fingers back, my core clenching around them and not wanting to let go, but he removes them, leaving me empty again.

While the fire consumes my flesh with no extinguisher in sight.

Groaning in protest, my eyes snap open, and Santiago’s blue ones meet mine, burning me with the need flashing in them, yet I notice amusement there too.

My hands itch to slap his cocky grin away, and I open my mouth to tell him he can go to hell, only to freeze when he lifts his glistening fingers to my lips, coating them in my juices. “Lick your lips, querida,” he orders, fisting my hair and tilting my head back so our gazes clash.

I’ve never tasted myself before, and my cheeks heat at his demand.

He jerks his hips forward, his hard-on tapping against my clit then dragging up and down over my aroused flesh, sending me in a spiral of all-consuming need again. “If you want to come, querida, lick your lips.”

Rolling my tongue out, I trace my lower lip. My taste hits me at once and oddly spikes the pleasure inside me, causing me to push against his hard-on, almost imagining it moving inside me. My pussy contracts, only intensifying the need to get off or I might go insane. “That’s what your desire for me tastes like. Only me.” His voice is hard as steel. He leans closer and traps my lip between his teeth, biting it so hard he leaves a sting behind. A groan erupts from me when the peppery flavor of my blood mixes with my own taste and hits my tongue, creating an odd combination that sends a thrill through my spine. “Look at you all needy and wet, grinding on my cock.” His other hand grabs my panties, clenching them in his fist. “These are soaked. Who made you this wet, Briseis?”

Without waiting for my reply, he captures me in another heated kiss, his fingers scraping my scalp and tilting my head farther, giving himself better access. His tongue roams inside me, wiping away all doubt and guilt about the encounter.

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