Page 33 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

Palming his head, I tighten my hold on him, my thighs cradling him while the kiss deepens, becoming slower, spreading goose bumps on my skin as my lungs scream for oxygen, but I don't let go, too afraid it might end again.

The cruel yet handsome man tears his mouth away though and thrusts into me, the rough texture of his jeans scratching against my sensitive folds, and I whimper, electricity traveling all over me and consuming me with a need so strong I’m afraid I might burst.

“Respóndeme.” He reminds me harshly of his earlier question, and I reply, ready to tell him anything as long as it ensures an end to this torture designed to drive me insane.

“Tú. Solo tu.”

The minute I utter the words in Spanish, he stills, and the energy between us changes, creating a dangerous and wicked web around us, slowly wrapping us tightly in a cocoon where nothing else exists but this moment.

An all-consuming ocean of desire is ready to hit us with its endless waves.

“I want another taste, querida.” Loosening his hold on me, he pushes me back until I lie flat on the table, his body looming above mine as his sapphire eyes roam over me, leaving invisible imprints on my skin.

I arch my back when he dives forward, exposing myself to his nipping kisses as he trails them from the underside of my chin to my neck, occasionally sucking on the skin before shifting lower to my collarbone, biting on the flesh. I hiss, raising my thighs higher and trying to close them around him, but his palms on my knees don’t let me, keeping them separated as his hard-on still presses against me.

His hot mouth travels to the mounds of my breasts, biting on them one by one, sending zipping sensations straight to my clit. I moan loudly only to quickly cover it with my palm, afraid someone might hear me and interrupt this moment.

“Be loud, querida. I enjoy the throaty sounds you make, your body practically begging me to fuck it,” he whispers, sliding his mouth over my stomach, leaving wet imprints on my dress as he bites on the skin through it. And then finally he kisses my core over my panties, and this time around, I cry out in frustration as this touch only intensifies the need and does nothing to soothe it.

He flips my dress back, his hot breath settling over my center, and my pussy clenches in anticipation of his next move.

His lips gently kiss my navel, his tongue tracing my panty line and sliding under it, only to slide out again, his nearness playing with my sanity.

His hands sneak under my thighs, shouldering them apart. His warm palms grip my hips and bring them closer to him, making me so wet that annoyance builds up along with desire.

“Just do it already, Santiago,” I say, gasping when his palms slide under my ass, each grabbing a cheek and squeezing hard, sending an onslaught of new sensations that the pain only highlights. “Please, please.”

“What do you want, querida? You have to be very specific,” he whispers, his hushed tone having the ability to make me come by itself, and licks me over my panties, earning himself a moan. “Do you want my fingers driving into you, stretching you wide for my dick?”

I shake my head, my hair shuffling over the wood, even though he probably can’t see me.

His fingers dig harder, and I wince, understanding he wants a reply.

“No.” My voice is strained, my throat so dry, while all I can think about is his tongue inside my core, soothing the inferno swallowing me whole.

So lost in the deep hunger he created in me, I place my hand over my mound and slip the panties to the side, displaying my dripping core, and his hot breath instantly washes over me. Barely finding proper words, I say hoarsely, “I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”

My cry filled with pleasure echoes in the space when his mouth covers my core, his tongue stabbing deep in me as he kisses it, sending hot flashes through my entire body.

My thighs clamp over his head, but he pays no attention to it. His hands clench my ass harder as he brings me ever closer to him, his tongue swirling between my folds, fucking me deeper and deeper with it while my back arches from the pleasure spreading through me in waves. I feel cool sweat dripping over my hot skin that tightens over my bones.

His palms glide over my ass before he pulls them from under me and pushes my thighs wide open again, putting his hands on either side of my pussy as he licks me from bottom to top, sucking on my lips one by one. Breathy moans erupt from me as my hand threads through his hair, pressing his head closer.

His fingers pinch my walls, and he bites on the flesh, making me arch against him before he traps my clit between his teeth, nipping on it and then rolling his tongue over it. He slips two fingers inside me so deep I cry out. “Please, please,” I whisper brokenly, thrashing my head and placing my foot on his shoulder, opening myself wider for him, grinding on his tongue and fingers, needing more of the pleasure slowly coming to me like a giant snowball ready to claim me. Only instead of running away from it, I run toward it, needing it to survive and relieve me from this all-consuming passion that burns everything in its wake.

“My fingers are not enough, querida?” he asks, once again removing them, and I groan in protest as the emptiness overtakes me, only for it to transform into a moan when he thrusts his tongue in again repeatedly, diving deeper each time.

He presses his thumb against my clit, and I gasp, holding him even closer as he continues to feast on my flesh, my pussy slowly clenching around his tongue.

My skin becomes taut, my breathing raspy. I gulp for breath over and over again each time he flicks my flesh and sends scorching heat through me; goose bumps spread over me in waves, tickling my skin, and I bite on my lip, pleasure becoming almost unbearable, making me fly higher and higher ready to erupt.

Just a little bit more and…

“No, no, no!” I scream when he rips it away again. But this time three of his fingers enter me while he licks over my flesh, soothing it with his touch.

My eyes close again, and my hand shifts to his neck where I dig my fingers into his skin, enjoying his hiss against my core. I grind on him and lift my hips slowly, meeting his rhythm that is driving me toward the desire in the distance that promises me endless bliss.

Only for it to fade away once again when he changes tactics, flipping places with his tongue.

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