Page 2 of The Almost One

“Oh, God.” I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips.

“Not God, but close enough. Come all over my tongue, Tesoro. Let me drink you down.”

Taking my clit between his teeth, he continues to assault my senses, the low rumble of his voice sending me over the edge, and I come with a scream. “Yes!”

He doesn’t stop and the next orgasm is so close it almost hurts.

“Again.”

Holy shit.Yes!

And I do. But this time, it leaves my legs feeling like jelly and I’m not sure I can hold myself in this position any longer. I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long, to be honest.

“I can’t get enough of the way you taste.”

With a final lick over my sensitive clit, he removes his fingers, gliding them over my slit and ass, circling the butt-plug before reaching around to my stomach. I’m still bent over, so the friction from the material of his pants against my bare skin is a heady feeling as he towers behind me. Pulling me up to standing, my back against his front, his breath tickles my neck.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Tesoro.” His lips press against the skin behind my ear, and he palms one of my breasts, squeezing gently and pinching the nipple between his finger and thumb.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Mancini.” Turning to face him, I wrap my arms around his neck, peering up into those steel-gray orbs. Though he may look tired, the way his eyes crinkle at the corner when he smiles makes everything else around me fall away.

There’s just something about Marco Mancini that has me second guessing what I thought I wanted. Remembering Polly’s words about discovering the other half of your soul—words I admittedly laughed off at the time—I find myself obsessed with this man in my arms. But at the same time, I’m wary. This may feel different, more intense, than the love I thought I held for Kai, my Eros, but I’m not sure I can trust it. The traumas I’ve experienced in this last year could drive anyone crazy, so maybe that’s what has me questioning myself.

Whatever it is, I’m going with my gut for once, because my mind is fifty shades of fucked up right now.

The artificial light reflects in Marco’s eyes as they dance between mine, and I push aside my warring thoughts to take him all in. His hair is a little longer than usual, the ends curling ever so slightly now, and he hasn’t shaved in days, but every version of him sets my senses on fire and has my clit tingling at just the thought of him being near me.

“Did you get this for me?” He taps at the butt-plug in my ass, causing an aftershock to ripple up my spine.

“I mean, I got it for me, but we can clean it up and use it on you if you want…”

His eyes widen as he strokes his hands up and down my back, before a glint of mischief appears and he smiles.

“Never tried it, but with you, Tesoro, I’ll try anything once.”

It’s my turn to be in shock, but I think I hide it well, the corners of my mouth rising higher.

“Well… Okay th—”

He doesn’t let me finish, pressing his lips to mine softly at first before coaxing my mouth open with his tongue and slipping it inside. There is no fight for dominance, just the gentle caress of flesh against flesh as one of his hands fists into the back of my hair and he growls into my mouth.

It doesn’t take long before the kiss turns almost feral, like we can’t get enough of each other, and within moments, he cups his hands under my ass and lifts me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, my bare pussy rubs against his clothed body.

That won’t do.

“Off.” I tug at his shirt impatiently. He knows what I want.

“Fuck.” In the next breath, I’m standing, watching as the gorgeous man in front of me unbuttons his shirt quicker than the Flash, ripping it off and throwing it onto the floor before unzipping his pants and stalking back over to me.

I run a finger over the prominentVof the last word scripted on his ribs. It’s all in Italian so I have no idea what it means. I want to continue my exploration of his body, dipping my fingers into the ridges of his chest and feeling every hard inch of him, but I hold off as he reaches for me. He grabs the bottom of my short dress, pulling it up and over my head, growling once more when he sees that my panties aren’t the only undergarment missing; I have no bra on either.

“Exquisite.”

“You going to just stand there?”

His devilish grin returns as he grabs me by the ass again and I wrap my legs back around him, my bare pussy against his bare skin.

Leaning my head forward, I take his bottom lip between my teeth and tug gently before devouring him. Our tongues slide over each other, teeth nipping, lips sucking, and I find myself rubbing against him, the friction from the sexy trail of hair below his belly button almost turning me into putty in his arms.

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