Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Who am I to tell her no?
I pull back long enough to yank it off over my head, and then spread her out beneath me. She's my meal, a feast fit for a king. Her shirt tears like paper in my hands, ripping right down the center.
"I should have taken what I wanted last night," I growl, dragging her bra down to expose her perfect tits. Her nipples are ripe little cherries. "Would you have even woken, piccola fiamma?" My lips close around her left nipple.
She wails in delight, her back bowing from the table.
"Would you have told me no?"
"I…I…"
"Ah." I hear what she doesn't want to confess. "Or would you have pretended to sleep through it, hmm?" I drag the hard bud through my teeth and then move to the right. "Would you have pretended not to feel my tongue between your legs while you were sleeping, tesoro?"
"Y-yes!"
"Fuck." I rip her pants down her leg, her answer sending me reeling closer to heaven…deeper into the flames of hell. She was made for me, my own little toy. Or perhaps I was made for her. Her own little pleasure button. All she has to do is push me, and I'll deliver whatever she wants, however she wants it.
She wants me to take what I want so she can pretend she won, and I'll let her. But we both know it's a lie. We both know she's as desperate for it as I am. Her panties tell the truth plainly. They're soaked, exactly like I knew they would be.
I shred them with a twist of my wrist, leaving her exposed to me.
The little thatch of curls between her legs matches her fiery, copper hair. She's a goddess, the brightest flame in God's arsenal. Her thick thighs and round belly make my cock ache. She's lush and ripe; thick in all the right places. I can grab onto her without hurting her, pound into her without bruising her. She was made to cradle me, made to take me.
I kiss my way down her body, licking and biting. Making sure she feels me everywhere. When I'm not on her, I want her to remember me. I want her to look in the mirror and see me. Gabriel Valentino owns this. Gabriel Valentino touched this, fucked this.
She's mine.
I'll let her win the war, but I plan on capturing every fucking flag along the way.
"Ga…Gabriel." She pushes against my shoulders when I drop down into the chair, dragging her ass to the edge of the table to enjoy my meal. "W-wait."
"No," I growl, lifting my head to meet her gaze. "It's mine. Let me eat it."
"Yes. Yes, I will. I will," she says, her eyes dilated with lust. "I just…I haven't…" She swallows audibly. "I've never…"
I smile at her sudden shyness. Does she think I don't already know? That I can't smell it on her? "That makes two of us then, mia vita."
Her brows crinkle in adorable confusion and then her eyes widen as realization dawns. "You mean you've never…?"
"Il mio cuore era per te."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means I waited for you."
"I…"
"Tell me it's mine, piccola fiamma. Tell me that you're mine."
She starts to do it. I see it in her eyes. Her mouth even opens to give me the words. But at the last second, my fierce little flame loses her nerve. She bends…but she doesn't break.
"Maybe I've decided you'll belong to me instead, Gabriel Valentino," she says instead, fire flashing in her eyes. "Maybe I'll take possession of your soul."
"It's already yours."
Her eyes widen.
I don't give her time to say anything before I throw her legs over my shoulders and lift her plump ass from the table. She shouts when I bury myself in her pussy face first. If heaven has a choir, she sings the highest notes as I eat her.
I don't take mercy on her. I have none to give.
I torment her with pleasure instead, holding her down as I devour her. Sobs pour from her perfect lips as her honey flows across mine like wine. I lick and bite, exploring every fold, learning what makes her shake and what makes her whine and beg. What makes her scream.
I take what I want, driving her toward one orgasm and then another. She comes on my fingers and tongue. And then with my thumb buried in her asshole. She screams and claws, fighting like hell as a fourth one sparks.
"Take it, tesoro," I growl, refusing to let her go. "You wanted my soul? Take it."
"I can't!"
"You can. You're a fucking queen. You can take anything." I run my nose through her folds, grinding it against her swollen clit. "Don't make me keep you here all day just to prove how much you can take."
"Gabriel!"
"Be a good girl and give me what I want, piccola fiamma."