It’s maddening.
His tongue circles my entrance, and I shudder while my eyes lock onto the sight of Angelo on his knees in front of me. It makes me feel powerful.
Like a queen.
“La mia pace,” he groans against my wet flesh, a mix of my arousal and his hunger. “You taste so fucking good. The best appetizer a man could dine upon and the perfect way to spend Christmas Eve.” He shifts his hold on me and uses his shoulders to tip me back enough that I have to slam my hands down to brace my torso and stop myself from falling back on the counter. He grins, his eyes flashing with something devious. “But I’m the only man who is ever going to have the chance to taste you now.”
His ragged breathing ghosts over my pussy while his thumbs slide up my slit to spread me open. As his mouth hovers over my clit, I try to arch my body to get closer, but he holds me in place. I hate it.
I love it.
My little whimpers drug him, his eyes falling to half mast and glazing over. He looks at me like I’m something worth looking at.
I almost believe him. Almost.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I shatter. My scream echoes against the expensive tile which is on almost every surface in the kitchen. The groan he lets out has me shuddering harder and his fingers dig into me. His touch will add to the bruises he loves to leave on my hips.
“So responsive,” his words feel like a wave, full of praise and adoration as he pulls his mouth slightly away from me.
My eyes slide closed for a moment as I pant while my mind spins. No man has ever made me come as quickly as Angelo just did. I swear the man has an eidetic memory when it comes to my body and he’s become proficient at playing it.
I’m not complaining. Not even a little bit.
He clicks his tongue just as he pushes his thumbs inside of my pussy. I squirm on the counter and suck in a sharp breath at the stretching sensation. The look he gives me in his hazel eyes is pure seduction.
“I still have some time. I’m going to see how many times I can make you come before the buzzer. Then we’ll eat, but I want you at the table just like this—naked and ready for me.”
“I’m not eating dinner naked by myself,” my words are breathless and give away just how much I don’t hate the idea of being on display for him.
“I’ll join you,” he agrees, as he starts to fuck me with his thumbs, stretching me even more as he does. “This time.”
Unable to hold myself up any longer, I lay down on the counter completely and give myself over to my man. I trust him. Even if this can’t possibly last forever.
CHAPTER 8
ANGELO
Before I leave our bedroom, I lean against the door jamb and watch her. I can’t help myself. She demands it without even trying. It’s like a switch was flipped the moment I met her.
This obsession was awakened.
This need.
It’s impossible to switch off. Not that I want to. No, it anchors me in something worthwhile. I understand the things dad would say about mom, about how her love made him capable of doing what needs to be done.
I’ve felt the same thing since I happened across Dove and brought her into my world. There was no way I was going to give her a choice because the risk in doing so was far too great. What if she had walked away? I would have had to do worse than I have so far.
And I wouldn’t be sorry about it.
At least this way she knows about my obsession. I don’t hide it, not from her.
My woman turns toward where I should be in bed, her handsliding along the sheet as if searching for me. I can’t help but grin as I watch her. She’s adorable.
And she’s so much more than she realizes.
Which is part of the reason why I’m up far too early. I only have so much time to get everything ready for her.
She’s going to remember this Christmas, our first, as a good one. I want to give her memories that last a lifetime.
