Page 33 of Blood and Beauty (Owned by The Don)

His black hair has flecks of brown in it from the fireplace. It gently sweeps against my skin as he devours me and I'm dying to grab it with my fingers. I try to move my arms and he pins them down with his hands, eating me all the while.

Just as I am about to completely lose my mind and let go, he stops. He rises to his feet and I'm left pouting beneath him. His face is stern, but desire pools in his eyes.

I watch his muscles flex as he lifts his shirt over his head. The sight leaves me breathless. His chest is so perfect, the bandage I put on him spotted with a small amount of blood. I realize I didn't get a chance to really admire the beauty that was his chest.

So many muscles bunched beneath his tan skin, it made my thighs clench. His chain with the medallion I still can't make out hangs free, resting between his breastplate.

He's undoing his belt and letting his pants drop at his feet. I see that he's completely bare beneath. His cock hangs gloriously. It is thick and tan and mouthwatering. I never thought I could find a penis beautiful, but his was a masterpiece.

Hard and smooth, it rested against his thigh. My hips wiggle slowly, beckoning him to me in desperate need. He goes to his knees and rests his hands on my thighs, spreading them apart and yanking them towards him.

My knees are at his waist and my ass is resting on his thighs. He can see everything like this and instead of feeling embarrassed, I'm so lost in my lust for him that all I can think of is getting him inside me.

His hands grip my hips and he rubs my wet pussy along his dick, and my eyes roll back in pleasure. He does this a few times, until I shake with impatience. He's stalling.

"Just do it already. I'm not a delicate little flower." His eyes snap to mine, holding me with an intense gaze.

"Pero lo eres, pequeña."But you are, little one.

And then he impales me on his cock, thrusting inside me with such force that I choke back a groan. He fills me completely, not a single part of us isn't touching from this point. All I know is Dante and the immense pleasure that I'm feeling from him.

I feel him in my womb, he's touching a part of me that no man has even come close to exploring. He starts to move at a slow and hard pace, finding a rhythm that leaves me crying out in need.

I've never been vocal during sex. It's always been such a short and casual thing, that it's never required much passion from me. Even when I've just explored myself, it’s always felt...mechanical almost. Until him. Everything's changed since him.

He's pounding into me now and my fingernails claw the carpet, the bite of my bind somehow making me enjoy it more. If this is what being sick feels like, then it might not be so bad.

I feel my climax nearing, it's a freight train and I can do nothing to stop it. His fingers are pressing into my pelvis and it's creating so much more pressure. Mixed with the pace of his thrusts, I feel my sex swelling around him.

He grits his teeth and growls darkly, making my eyes hold his gaze.

"Let me fucking hear it. You wanted it so badly." He pressures me and I burst, coming on him in long, shaking waves. I can't hold back my scream, so I turn my head into my arm, screaming into the fabric of my shirt.

He takes all of this and continues to pound into me, making me come a second time. This orgasm is even sweeter than the first.

"Maldito infierno."Fucking hell.

He's thrusting into me so hard, it feels like he's trying to break me, like he's trying to crack me open so he can crawl even deeper. His roar echoes throughout the room and it makes me tremble as he pulls out abruptly and comes onto my thigh, the warmth of his seed spreading down my hot skin.

We're both left gasping, our lungs sounding like they're struggling to grab onto air and hold it. We don't look at each other, my face continues to rest against my arms and his forehead is propped against my knee. It feels too intimate like this, even without us looking at each other. It feels too comfortable and too good which terrifies me because now my hatred for him is supposed to seep through. My desire is supposed to be fucked out of me so I can hate him fully.

But I don't. In fact, right now, all I want is for him to untie me so I can run my fingers along his hard chest. Minutes stretch and I feel a cloth wiping away the stickiness from my thigh. I look over and see that he's cleaned me with his shirt and is pulling up his pants, untying my wrists before sitting next to my still naked body.

I rub at them and then my eyes, stretching like a cat that's too comfortable in its environment. I turn and look at him, resting my face against my palm. He's got sweat trailing from his scalp to his short beard, a fleeting thought in the back of my mind tells me to reach up and wipe it away, but I resist. My eyes grow heavy with exhaustion, the fire is warming me perfectly.

I feel his hands reach over and pull my shirt across my breasts to cover me, my eyelids fluttering closed when his skin touches mine again.

"Happy birthday, Esmeralda."

I smile and give in to sleep.

14

Esmeralda

It isbright outside when I awake and I realize that I'm in my bed.

How did I get here?

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