Page 12 of Blood Lust

She dragged her lower lip through her teeth, then swallowed hard. “No, but I don’t usually do things like this,” she whispered uncertainly.

“We can go as slow as you like,” I assured her. Needing to touch her, I trailed my fingertips along her jaw and down her neck. She shivered when I pushed her thick hair back over her shoulder. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Please,” she replied in a breathy rush.

I’d texted Pietro after she ordered her first drink and asked him to ensure I had plenty of the bubbly wine waiting in my cabin. On the counter, a bottle rested in a bucket of ice. A wine glass sat beside it, along with my favorite whiskey and a lowball glass.

“How did you know I’d agree to come back here with you?”

“I didn’t, but a man can have hope.” I glanced at her with a smile that matched her bemused one. Thankfully, she already seemed to be relaxing.

Masterfully, I worked the cork out and poured her a glass, then I poured my own. Once we both had one ready, I lifted mine in a toast. “To dirty books,” I announced, eliciting a soft laugh from her.

She lifted her drink, and we clinked the rims before we both took a sip. I gestured for us to move to the small couch. She proceeded me, and I grabbed both bottles in one hand and followed. Setting them within reach on the coffee table, I reclined with one arm on the back of the couch and facing her.

In a comfortable silence, we drank. When her glass was empty, she set it next to the bottles.

“More?” I asked.

She shook her head, wet her lips, and reached for the tie at her side. I saw the slight tremble in her hand that gave her away.

“Wait,” I said, stopping her. She paused and cocked her head curiously.Fuck, she’s beautiful. “Stand up.”

She did as I instructed, and I gripped her hand to guide her between my parted knees. Once she was in place, I slowly pulled the bow loose, watching her response the entire time. Her chest rose and fell as her gaze darkened. The front overlap fell free, and I reached for the next tie on the inside. Her breathing grew ragged as I teasingly pulled the last tie. Both sides now fell open, exposing a lacy nude bra and matching panties.

“Jesus,” I whispered. She wasn’t model thin, but I loved that. Curves in all the right places, she was all woman. A small tattoo on her hip caught my attention, and I pushed the red fabric of her dress over to see it better. I grinned at the image, then looked up at her. “The Beast’s rose?”

She tried to fight her smile, but it finally broke free, and she nodded. “Yes. My friend and I got them in college. I’m surprised you knew what it was.”

“It was my favorite movie as a kid,” I admitted. Though it wasn’t something I told people about, I’d openly told this woman I’d just met and would never see again. My mother had loved the movie, and I would raptly watch it with her.

Tentatively, she reached out and ran her fingers through my hair, her nails lightly scratching along my scalp. How she knewmy weakness was a mystery, but I practically purred at the sensation.

As she did it again, I leaned forward and placed a kiss to the soft skin above the waistband of her panties. Panties that I soon found was a thong when I wrapped my hands around her hips and slipped them down to cup the globes of her perfect ass.

Slowly, I trailed my nose along her silky skin as I breathed her in and dropped kisses as I went. Hovering over her lace-covered pussy, I breathed hot air on it before I leaned in and found her clit through the fabric. When I sucked on it, wetting her panties, she whimpered. I wanted to rip them away, but instead, I drew them over her lush hips and down until they fell to her feet. Then I licked between her legs as far as I could reach in our position.

“Gabe,” she gasped.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I murmured, nuzzling into the silky dark curls above her sweet pussy and darting my tongue out again. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she tightly held on.

After teasing her until she was panting, I tugged her until she straddled my lap. Her heels dropped to the floor with a clatter. I didn’t give two shits that she began to grind her wet pussy on the pants of a four-thousand-dollar suit. She could come all over them and I’d make her do it again.

“My perfect little Lee,” I murmured as I pushed her dress over her shoulders and to the floor. Then with deft fingers, I reached around and unhooked her bra, freeing her tits to my mouth. I immediately latched onto one nipple and sucked hard. Then I flicked it with the tip of my tongue and moved to the other. The entire time she rubbed her clit on my achingly hard cock, my hands explored her smooth flesh.

“Gabe,” she whimpered as her pace increased.

“That’s it, my beautiful girl, take what you need,” I told her as I looked up into her flushed face. She leaned in, pressed her cheek to the side of my head, and circled over my cock.

I squeezed her ass cheeks and ground her hard over my length while I lifted my hips to stroke myself against her. Her breathing quickened and the pulse in her throat raced under my lips. Satisfaction bloomed within me as she paused and stiffened. Her fingers twisted my hair to the point of pain, but I fucking ate it up. When she dropped her forehead to my shoulder and I could feel the throbbing of her hot pussy through my pants and boxers, I nearly lost it. It took herculean effort not to explode. Instead, I held her tightly as she rode the waves of her release.

Her hot breath tickled my skin when she lifted her head and kissed the side of my neck.

“Oh my God,” she whispered after she shuddered. “That was….”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed.

Once her breathing began to slow, she leaned back and searched my gaze.

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