Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
As if he can read my mind, his fingers brush over another bruise by my ribs, then he says, “No one will ever leave a mark on your skin again.” His gaze locks on mine. “Unless…”
My heart leaps to my throat. “Unless?”
“I leave bite marks on you.” The corner of his mouth lifts in a predatory smirk. “But I promise it will be because of pleasure and not pain.”
Holy crap.
Angelo is so intense the entire world has faded from my mind. My attention is one hundred percent focused on him.
He moves forward, and his stomach presses against my breasts. I’m eye level with his chest, and feeling his skin touching mine makes my abdomen tighten.
Using his body, he pushes me backward until my calves touch the bed.
He gestures with a nod of his head for me to climb onto the mattress, and as I carry out the silent order, my nerves turn my stomach into a spinning mess.
When I lay my head down on one of the pillows, Angelo doesn’t remove his sweatpants but instead places a knee on the bed. He takes hold of my legs and pushes them open.
Intense heat spreads up my neck and face, and I struggle not to slam my legs shut again.
Thankfully, he’s looking at my face and not down south.
Bracing a hand beside my shoulder, he leans over me, and I feel impossibly small compared to his much bigger size.
He lowers his head and brushes his mouth along the curve of my jaw. “Try to relax, Vittoria.”
Yep. Not gonna happen.
Chapter 14
Tori
Angelo lies down on top of me, and his weight pushes me deeper into the mattress. A groan rumbles from him as his breath coasts down my throat before he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“Fuck, your innocence is intoxicating,” he murmurs, then his teeth scrape over my skin as his mouth moves down to my breast. “I want to devour you.”
A sense of fear ghosts through me, and I swallow hard on the nervous ball in my throat.
His right hand skims down my side before it slips between my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut, and my face goes up in flames.
Being touched for the first time, I’m unable to focus on how it feels. My emotions are too chaotic.
As he parts my folds and the pad of his thumb rubs my clit, he murmurs, “Open your eyes.”
When I do as I’m told, I find all his attention is focused on my face.
His thumb strokes the tiny bundle of nerves between my legs, causing anticipation to build in my abdomen.
A wolfish smirk tugs at his mouth, then he moves down my body until his broad shoulders force my thighs to open as wide as possible.
His warm breath ghosts over my sensitive flesh, and I’m so freaking thankful I took another bath.
My thoughts come to a sudden standstill when Angelo’s tongue licks through my folds. A squeak escapes me, and self-conscious as hell, I cover my eyes with my left hand.
He lets out a dark chuckle right before his mouth latches onto my clit with a ferocity that makes my back arch off the mattress.
“God,” I cry, my right hand flying down to grab hold of his hair.
Where I was painfully embarrassed a second ago, I’m now unable to remember my freaking name as Angelo devours me.
He does not hold back one bit. There’s no gentleness and only a ton of lust and desperation – as if he’s starved all his life and he finally has a meal in front of him.
My fingers tighten in his hair, and for a moment, I’m not sure whether I should attempt to push him away or force him closer.
Tendrils of pleasure unfurl between my legs, drawing a moan from me.
All my worries take a backseat to what Angelo is doing to me.
The fear I feel for him subsides, and desire takes its place.
My muscles tense as his teeth tug at my clit while his thumb massages my opening. He’s doing things to my body I would never have thought of before him.
When he sucks hard, my head tilts back, and my hips lift off the bed. The pleasure grows and grows, and before I know what’s happening, ecstasy seizes control of my body.
My eyebrows draw together, a whimper escaping me.
Angelo’s palm presses against my clit while he peppers my abdomen with kisses, working his way up until his face hovers above mine.
I can’t keep my hips from swiveling and rub myself against his palm as overwhelming pleasure consumes me.
With his eyes burning on me with uncontrollable hunger, he growls, “Christ, you’re too fucking beautiful when you come on my hand.”
I’m still consumed by ecstasy as he moves back to settle into a kneeling position between my quivering thighs. His finger circles my opening before pushing an inch inside me. He doesn’t go any further but repeats the action of circling my opening, slowly stretching me.