Page 87 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

He growls into my mouth, pushing me back, and my ass hits the counter, the space between us nonexistent, and I groan at the wet clothes rubbing my aroused nipples, which beg for relief. I shift a little, giving him better access so he can deepen the kiss as he owns my mouth. He’s driving me to the brink, but I welcome his invasion that’s grounding me in the present and allowing me to find a temporary shore in this endless ocean of heat.

At our mutual groan, he breaks the kiss and steps back, while I watch his every move.

He takes off his sweatpants, his raging hard-on coming into view, and I bite my lip at seeing it, my damp core craving to feel it in me right away. “Remove the fucking dress, Briseis.” By how strained his voice sounds, I know he’s teetering on the edge of his control, and a thrill sinks into me at the knowledge of how much our encounter affects us.

I quickly do as he says, throwing the dress away, while I stand only in my panties, my body wide open for his. He roams his blue orbs all over it, his hand stroking his cock, and he reaches for the other counter next to me, taking a condom from the new box. Then he tears it with his teeth.

My palm glides down my stomach, ready to slip inside my panties and stretch myself for him, and feed the hunger washing over me, demanding immediate satisfaction, when his growl stops me. “Put your hands on the counter and grip it tight, baby.” Watching him roll the condom on his thick length, I follow the command and then gasp when he drops on his knees in front of me, his hot breath on my core.

His thumbs hook on the waistband of my panties, and he pulls them down to my feet. I step out of them and hiss when he drapes my thigh on his shoulder.

He opens me wide with two fingers, and then he places his whole mouth on me. My hips jerk toward him. Moaning, I fist his hair and throw my head back while he licks my aroused flesh, dragging his tongue over my lips, sucking on each one before swirling his tongue deep, stiffening it inside me. His thumb and finger pinch my clit, and my cry fills the space.

The fire inside me grows, the licks traveling across my skin and setting me aflame, wanting to get burned in it all if it means he continues to feast on my flesh, each of his licks dragging me closer to the edge of the cliff.

My core tightens around him, clenching on his velvet tongue, ready to accept the pleasure he offers as his thumb flicks my clit again. But then he abandons me, pulling his mouth away and sliding it up to my stomach where he bites and shifts up, up, up until he stands once again.

His hands cup my breasts; he bends his mouth to one, sucking on the nipple harshly, coating it in his saliva before moving his attention to the next one, mocking my need that is almost unbearable.

I hike my leg on his hip, digging my heel in his ass, ready for his cock that’s rubbing over my folds to slip inside me, but he has other plans.

Gripping my thigh so hard he will probably leave bruises, he puts my leg back on the floor and turns me around, bending me slightly forward so that my hands have to grab onto the counter while my ass sticks out.

His arm wraps around my breasts; his rough skin rubbing my pointed peaks makes me moan, and I lean my head back while he presses himself against me.

His palm covers my dripping and aching core, the heel pressing on my clit while his middle finger rubs my slit up and down, driving me insane with each slide, and I beg, “Santiago, please. Just fuck me already.”

A cry tears from my throat when he thrusts inside me, planting his cock so deep I think I might orgasm right there, stretching me on his pulsing organ.

He pushes away. The heel of his palm presses into my clit, and then he slams his hips back into me, the edge of the counter cutting into my stomach while pleasure slips into me as he continues the rhythm, not giving me relief from the euphoria he gives me.

The steam rises around us, creating a fog of lust where only passion lives, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing and only making me spasm around him harder, chasing the oblivion crooking its finger at me in the distance.

He drops his hand from me, letting my breasts jiggle with each stroke of his hips, and instead he clutches my ass cheeks, diving deeper and deeper into me, pushing against some invisible barrier that’s about to break and destroy me in the most magnificent way.

I moan and then groan in confusion when he stops, slipping away from me, then spins me around again, lifting me up to sit on the counter, his arms catching my thighs as he makes space for himself and enters me again. The angle change makes me gasp as I hug him close, digging my nails into his back and probably leaving marks there as well.

And just the idea adds to the warmth building in me, loving the fact that everyone will know this man belongs to me, and everyone should stay the hell away.

I guess his possessive tendencies are rubbing off on me too.

His movements speed up. He finds my mouth again, our tongues connecting and engaging in a scorching kiss that burns away the last of my resolve. My core clenches around him, needing to come so badly.

His hips start to slam harder against mine. Pleasure is building rapidly, chasing the release that’s almost within my reach, and finally, I catch it.

Gasping while my body trembles in the newfound land where only pleasure resides, I arch my back, and Santiago plants his mouth on my shoulder, sucking on the skin hard. I feel him tense against me, a few more deep strokes inside me, and he grunts on my shoulder, joining me in ecstasy.

As we catch our breaths, steam continues to rise around us, keeping our bubble intact. He brushes his nose against my ear before his lips tickle my skin, when he whispers, “Welcome to my world, querida. I promise you’ll like it here. You just have to trust me and not believe everything you see.”

A shiver rushes through me as I absorb his words, hoping he’s right and the dark side he speaks so highly of won’t swallow me whole, leaving nothing behind.

I gambled on my life.

Hopefully, I won’t regret it later.

Chapter Fourteen

“My father said to survive.

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