I drop down on my knees before her. Lifting her chin with my knuckle I stare at her in awe. “If there is a god then he made you perfectly for me.”
She blinks up at me. Eyes shining like damn jewels. She’s aglow. It’s utterly breathtaking. She’s breathtaking.
The ropes around her breast have already created a beautiful marking. With her back arched I bend down and suck the peeked nipple in my mouth. Her head falls back on a whimper. I do the same to her other nipple.
Trailing my hand down her body I cup her sex. And I’m right. She’s fucking soaked.
“Are you feeling neglected?”
She nods her head, biting on her bottom lip. I slap her pussy and she gasps in response. “I want to hear you. Never deny me your voice.”
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just touch me,” she begs flustered.
Controlling her body I swivel her by her hips and pin her down on the floor. I draw her knees up and spread her legs wide. Her delectable tight ass is up in the air. Kneeling behind her I palm both of her cheeks. She groans heavily as I mold the flesh in my hands.
Pulling her asscheeks apart I lean down and come at eye level with her glistening pussy. Arousal coats the inside of her thighs. Salivating at the sight I drag the flat of my tongue from her puckered hole all the way to her clit.
Her cry of pleasure echoes through the room. It’s a sound I want to drown in.
She pushes her ass against me and I dive my tongue inside her. Her hips begin to shimmy but I keep them in place. I eat at her like it’s going to be my last taste of her.
It doesn’t take her long until she falls apart on my tongue. I lap up her juices and drink her down. Even through the aftershocks I lick her clean.
Like a rag doll her body collapses to the floor. Her eyes flit open and shut. Heavy breaths ensue between the both of us.
Crossing the room I collect the knife and carefully cut the ties that bind her. When she’s finally free I slide the knife across the floor and massage her muscles.
My cock throbs seeing the marks on her skin. She moans appreciatively as I work out her muscles. With her body completely relaxed I pick her up in my arms and lay her on the bed.
She draws up on her side. Turning the light off I join her. I extend my arm and she places herself against me, her head resting against my chest. She throws her leg over my torso.
I allow myself to live in the moment. To drown the noise in my head by consuming thoughts of her instead.
Because I know the threat that lies ahead has the power to destroy us.
CHAPTER 34
Rico
An insistent buzzing awakes me from my deep slumber. After an intense night of sex I’ve never been more physically exhausted.
Arm heavy I reach for my phone. Imogen shifts in my arms, snuggling closer but remains fast asleep. I would have never imagined myself as someone who needs physical contact, but with Imogen I can’t go without it.
Through bleary eyes I see the caller ID.
I groan inwardly.
Knowing he’ll keep calling, I reluctantly answer the phone. “Pietro.”
“We have a huge fucking problem. Like massive.” His voice is urgent. I rub my temporal, sobering.
