Brutal desire a dark maf.., p.34
Brutal Desire: A Dark Mafia Standalone Romance, page 34
And as he continues to suck, his hand slowly travels down my body. His fingers whisper across my chest, his touch feather-light as he follows the line of my cleavage that vanishes into my dress.
As he shifts to cup one breast, the warmth of his palm radiates into my flesh, melting my insides. A low, feral groan rumbles from his throat as he kneads my breast through the layers of my bra and dress.
“You’re so young and firm,” he rasps appreciatively.
My heart skips a beat as I wonder if he might not know I lied about my age. Could my body possibly give that away? But he doesn’t draw back or accuse me. Instead, his fingers curl around the low neckline of my dress, sliding inside the lacy fabric of my bra until his fingers find my nipple.
Liquid arousal washes through my core as he takes the hard nub between his finger and thumb, lightly rolling it. I gasp as a tingling euphoria follows, leaving me almost numb with pleasure.
“God, I want to see your beautiful body,” he breathes, kissing me fervently as he fills me with overwhelming need. “I bet you’re the most perfect creature I’ll ever see.”
“Okay,” I murmur, my stomach doing somersaults.
I shouldn’t let him. My father would be furious if he found out. Throwing away the modesty he’s ingrained in me since I was a little girl? Exposing myself to a man? Let alone my father’s sworn enemy. But something about Leo makes me want to know, to understand that deep, indescribable connection lovers have.
Leo pauses, drawing back from me just enough to meet my eyes, and in them is a silent question of whether I mean it, a hope that I did. I nod, the motion jerky with the intensity of my nerves. Then Leo reclaims my lips fiercely, rewarding me with his sinfully inspiring enthusiasm.
Strong arms pull me up off the couch and back onto my feet a moment later, and Leo holds my waist until I’m steady. Then he steps back to watch me. Biting the pad of my lower lip, I shrug out of my coat to reveal my flirty blue bodycon dress. Reaching behind me, I unzip it with shaking hands.
His warm fingers curl around the straps of my dress a moment later, and he guides them slowly down my arms. Then he pulls the stretchy fabric past my breasts and hips.
I let him, shivering at the suddenly intense exposure of bare flesh. My hair tickles as it falls down my exposed back in a thick waterfall. My nipples pucker, pressing adamantly against their lace cage.
Leo’s smoldering gaze travels appreciatively down my curves. Heat blossoms in my cheeks as I realize I’m wearing a rather childish pair of cotton underwear with blue bows speckling the white fabric. They don’t even match my lacy black bra.
But Leo doesn’t seem to care. He issues a low whistle of approval as he steps back to admire my body. Then a smile graces his perfect lips. “You’re fucking hot, Tia.”
With a groan that sends a jolt of nervous anticipation through my core, he closes the distance between us once again.
Goosebumps ripple across my flesh as his strong arms enfold me, pulling me against his solid chest, and he kisses me with a hunger that leaves me trembling. Guiding my arms up around his shoulders, Leo slowly walks me back toward the bed.
My heart pounds a mile a minute now as my thoughts start to race. Are we about to have sex? Am I ready for that? My father would kill me if he found out. All those years of careful supervision, never letting me out of sight to ensure not just my protection but my chastity, and the first time I manage to evade my guards, I give away my most valuable asset?
I shouldn’t. I know that.
But god, I’ve never wanted to experience something so badly in my life.
“W-What are you doing?” I stammer as he presses me gently onto the soft sheets.
“I just want to make you feel good, Tia. Will you let me do that?” he asks. “I want to show you what it really means to live. To give you the best night of your life.”
Skin tingling with nervous anticipation, I look deep into Leo’s eyes. And in them, all I can find is sincerity, a truth that sets my soul on fire.
“Yes,” I agree, shifting as he settles onto the bed beside me.
His smile broadens, and his touch is soft as he murmurs a sultry, “Good.” He follows me as I lie back across the sheets, and then his fingers trail lightly down my skin until they find the top of my panties. “You can tell me to stop whenever you want,” he promises, his hand hesitating for just a moment.
Licking my lips nervously, I nod. But I don’t stop him. I want to know the pleasure he’s offering. And I trust that he can give it to me. I want him to. Because Leo is everything I could ever have dreamed I might want in a man. He’s smart, engaging, handsome—not like any of the idiots my father has been parading me in front of for months. And he’s offering me a freedom I’ve been craving for far too long.
As his hand slides beneath the fabric of my panties, it blows my world apart. I gasp as his fingers graze the sensitive nub at the peak of my thighs, releasing a tingling pleasure through my body that wipes my mind blank.
His fingers stroke a part of me that no one has ever touched before, and the forbidden intimacy makes me tremble. Like the softest silk, his touch glides across my skin and slowly delves between my folds.
“Holy shit, you’re so wet,” he rasps, touching me gently.
I groan as the pleasure builds to an inferno, searing my flesh as it consumes my soul.
“I think someone likes when I kiss her,” he whispers playfully, his lips hovering over mine.
I nod. Right now, I would confess to just about anything as long as he kept touching me like this. And he does, his fingers stroking me, then circling my most sensitive spot with heavenly precision. At the same time, his lips slant over mine, his tongue pressing between them to taste me deeply.
Every nerve in my body lights on fire, consumed by sinful pleasure. I shouldn’t be doing this. I know. I shouldn’t let him touch me. But I can’t help myself. I can’t stop the overwhelming need that fogs my brain and leaves me panting for more. My arousal intensifies, my excitement climbing to a pinnacle of ecstasy I’ve never known.
Then he slowly presses one finger deep inside my depths. I cry out at the unexpected euphoria that accompanies the foreign penetration. My core tightens around him, filling me with a powerful new desire.
“Does that feel good?” he purrs, nipping playfully at my ear.
I nod, my lips too numb to form words, my breaths gasping from me in short, hard bursts. And Leo gives a low chuckle. Then his fingers stroke more adamantly between my folds, and he eases a second finger inside me.
“Oh god!” I moan as a trembling desire consumes me. My knees shake as my muscles tighten. In preparation for what, I don’t know.
But Leo seems to, and his thumb finds the sensitive point at the peak of my thighs, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. As his fingers press inside me once more, I topple into oblivion.
Ecstasy blasts through me like a bomb, sending immense, tingling relief out to the tips of my fingers and toes. My core throbs, spasming around Leo’s fingers as my clit pulses against his thumb, and my chest heaves as I ride the unexpected wave of all-consuming euphoria.
Leo hums appreciatively, his lips soft as he brushes a kiss across my throat. “You’re sexy when you come,” he growls.
“Holy hell,” I gasp, absorbing his words and realizing I’ve just experienced my first orgasm. “Do that again.”
A dark chuckle rumbles inside his chest as his eyes search mine. “If you’ll let me, I can blow your mind. What do you say, Tia? Are you up for knowing the best kind of pleasure you’ll ever find?” he suggests.
If he means sex, I’m ready for it now. I want to discover all that Leo has to offer. I want to know the world of pleasure he lives in. And would it be so bad to have one amazing night with a guy I actually like, who I genuinely find attractive? I’ll soon be facing a lifetime of misery with some old perve or a gross, idiotic slob, so don’t I deserve one special memory to call my own?
I nod.
And the light that brightens his eyes is priceless. He wants this as much as I do.
He rises from the bed, leaving me a puddle of bliss as he strips with casual confidence.
It’s impossible not to watch as he grips the collar of his dress shirt and pulls it up over his back and shoulders to reveal an impressively muscled chest. His broad shoulders look powerful. And the hard body I felt beneath his shirt is toned to perfection. His abs form an etched six-pack, and as he unbuckles his belt, letting his slacks fall to the floor, I find hard lines that form a V tapering down his hips to vanish suggestively inside his boxer briefs.
My heart stutters as his hard cock comes into view for the first time. I’ve never seen one before—beyond what’s in the anatomy books—and though I don’t quite know what I expected, this isn’t it. It looks far larger than any I’ve seen images of.
That’s supposed to fit inside me?
Leo reaches into the drawer of his bedside table and pulls out a small square foil. Ripping into it, he takes out the circular rubber and slowly rolls it onto his impressive length. My mouth goes dry at the thought of what comes next.
Then, as he turns to me, I’m suddenly aware that I’m overdressed.
I sit up, reaching behind myself to unclasp my bra, drawing my feet protectively toward me at the same time. It’s surprisingly hard to find the courage to expose myself completely. And yet Leo stands before me, naked in all his godlike glory, without a hint of trepidation. He approaches slowly, his eyes patient as he takes me in like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
And that gives me the strength to be vulnerable, to take a chance. Sliding my bra straps down my arms, I set it carefully aside.
Leo prowls onto the bed, his gaze predatory as he stops at my feet.
Desire ignites in my core once again as his hands slide slowly up my thighs, feeling every inch of me. I lie back, watching as he takes silent control. His fingers hook inside the waist of my panties, and I lift my hips to let him strip me, the last shred of my childhood slipping away as he drops my undies to the floor.
His hands are gentle as they rest lightly on my knees, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly guides them open. Heat blossoms in my belly as he eases between my legs, his hips spreading my thighs as my legs quiver with anticipation.
“Are you ready, Tia?” he murmurs, his hazel eyes brilliant as he hovers on top of me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
His lips capture mine, stealing my breath away. As he aligns our bodies, I’m sure he must be able to hear my heart; it’s beating so loud. He reaches between us, guiding his cockhead to my wet entrance.
I tense as he presses inside of me just a fraction, the sensation both foreign and almost painful. He feels far too large, already stretching me to my limit.
“Easy, Tia. Relax. Breathe,” he murmurs, his low voice by my ear sending a shiver down my spine. “It might hurt a little right at first, but I’ll take it slow, and I promise you’re going to like it. You’re in good hands.”
Trying to regain control of my erratic heart, I take a shuddering breath in and release it slowly. Then, peering deep into his riveting eyes, I nod. The pad of his thumb finds my clit a moment later. As he starts to circle it, rolling over it in tantalizing ways, I ache desperately to have something inside me once more.
My need is so intense it’s hard to think straight.
As nervous as I am, all I want is to feel that euphoria he drew out of me with his fingers. And the thought of experiencing it with him, of knowing what it’s like to come with someone, that chases away the fear threatening to suffocate me.
Leo eases forward, his movement gradual as he stretches me to an almost painful degree. It’s the most intense feeling, and yet, at the same time, the pleasure of his thumb circling my sensitive nub makes me crave more.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice agonized.
And my walls clamp around his hard length at the erotic sound. He presses more adamantly into my depths, and fiery pain mingles with overwhelming relief. I cry out as he sinks inside me to the hilt, filling me up until I feel as though he might rip me in two. At the same time, it’s heavenly as tingling electricity dances through my body, numbing my limbs.
Then, he slowly starts to withdraw.
My fingers press into the rippling muscles of his back as I hold on for dear life.
Leo moves carefully inside of me, his motion gradual as he slides in and out, in and out. And each time he fills me up, my excitement mounts, slowly overriding the pain. I can feel the tension building deep in my core, that pleasure that will send me toppling into oblivion once again.
He grunts, the sound low and carnal as his pace begins to quicken. With each thrust growing more passionate than the last, I feel my own release drawing close.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his lips leaving mine for only a moment.
I’m so consumed by the new and glorious sensation that I can’t form the words to respond. Instead, I whimper, my breaths coming hard and fast as my pleasure builds rapidly inside my core, threatening to explode, it’s so intense.
Leo’s hand slides from between us and scoops beneath my hips, raising them and shifting the angle so his pelvis grinds against me with every penetrating thrust.
“Oh god!” I gasp, my hands shifting to the sheets above my head as I brace myself for the impending oblivion.
“Come with me, Tia,” he commands, filling me up until I’m ready to scream.
And I can’t do anything but obey. Unraveling around his hard erection, I throb and pulse, gripping him like a vise as I orgasm so powerfully that stars explode behind my eyes.
Leo snarls, slamming inside me. A moment later, I can feel him swelling and twitching as he matches my glorious spasms. For a few brief seconds, we reach euphoria together, our panting breaths in unison as our lips brush in passionate bliss.
Leo lingers on top of me, staying inside of me until my throbbing orgasm finally subsides. Then he presses a last tender kiss to my lips and eases out of my depths.
I feel devastatingly hollow without him now, and I bite back the sudden and unexpected sting of tears. I have no clue why I’m emotional—though the experience was both the most intense and profound I’ve ever known.
But I refuse to cry over one of the best moments of my life.
I watch Leo stand and strip the condom before tossing it into the trash. Then he bends to scoop up his pants and pull them on. Slipping off the bed, I quickly do the same, snagging my undies and dress.
“Can I drive you home?” he offers as he puts his shirt back on.
His thoughtful concern moves me. That he would be willing to give me a ride rather than staying to enjoy the party means the world to me, and my heart swells with fresh emotion.
“That would be wonderful.”
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