The familiarity of his warmth sends a shiver down my spine, and without hesitation, I relax into him.
Slowly, he turns me in his arms and releases my mouth. I can’t see him, but I reach out and feel my way up his chest, and then to his bare face. I’m so caught up in the moment, my fingers move of their own accord, mapping out the planes and curves of his features before trailing down to his jaw. When I reach his neck, I stumble upon the throat mic, pausing to feel my way around it before I drift lower.
The steady beat of his pulse drums against my fingers as I lean up on my toes and graze his warm skin with my lips. A low sound of pleasure vibrates in his throat as I kiss my way along his jaw.
He smells so good, I can’t stop myself from fisting his shirt and trying to pull him closer. But before I can, the door lock engages, and he presses me against the wall. His fingers slide through my hair, gripping it as he tilts my head back.
“Wait,” I pant. “My guard is here. He’ll come looking for me.”
“No, he won’t.”
His words leave me with a lingering uncertainty, and he seems to understand where my mind is going.
“He took Beppe out for a walk. They’re both safe.”
I let out a breath, and his lips find mine in the darkness.
What starts as a slow, drugging kiss sparks something inside him, turning him feral.
A low growl vibrates in his throat as his fingers bite into my rib cage, branding me with his claim. It’s different from the other times he’s touched me, edged with unmistakable possession.
It feels far too intoxicating to be wanted this much, and I can already see myself spiraling into addiction.
“Did you wear this for him?” He bunches up the material of my dress in his fist.
“No,” I pant. “Well, not exactly. He told me to.”
“He told you to?” Darkness bleeds into his voice as he slips his hand between my thighs. “Who does this belong to, Gabriela?”
In the back of my mind, I’m aware this is a dangerous game we’re playing. Giving him ownership over me is as far from casual as it gets, but right now, I can’t say anything else.
“You,” I breathe the word.
A rough sound echoes in his chest as he slides his palms down the back of my thighs and uses his grip to lift me and pin me against the wall. He presses closer, his body a solid mass of muscle and bone. It takes nothing for him to hold me like this, and it’s a reminder that he can do what he wants with me. The trust I have in him isn’t rational, but right now, I can do nothing but surrender to it.
His teeth scrape over my lip as he grinds his erection into me, so hot and hard, a rush of heat zips down my spine and settles between my thighs.
“Please.” I grip his hair, arching into him, desperate for something I can’t even put into words.
“Say it,” he murmurs. “Who gets to fuck you, Gabi?”
“You,” I choke out. “Only you.”
He hums his approval, bracing me against him as he hauls me across the room.
I don’t know where we’re going until he lays me down and I feel the soft brush of material beneath me. Before the lights went out, I caught a brief glimpse of the blue serpentine sofa in this room.
There’s something slightly deranged about the idea of him taking me on it while my fiancé is just down the hall, but it only makes me want it even more.
The cushion dips as he spreads my thighs and drags my panties to the side, giving him access to me. I’m not sure what to expect since I can’t see him, but when I feel the lash of his tongue, a strangled cry of pleasure falls from my lips.
His fingers squeeze my thighs as he angles my pelvis back and slides his tongue inside me, groaning when I shudder against him.
“So fucking soaked for me,” he rasps. “You like the idea of me claiming you while he’s just down the hall?”
I bite my lip and nod, forgetting he can’t see me. He nips at my clit, and I gasp.
“Say it.” A quiet dominance laces his words. “Tell me you want me to fuck you where he could catch us.”
