I’m going crazy!
“Relax, Beauty.” His breath tickles the space just above my lips. “You’re thinking too much. Let go. It’s only about what you feel.”
Let go.
It’s so easy for him to say. I’ve been thrust into some mob shit because my father sold me to a mobster, and he wants me to just let go.
How the hell am I supposed to do that? How am I just going to let go and feel when I’m in danger?
“Just get out of your head and stay in the moment,” he says, like he hears the conversation I’m having with myself. “It’s just you and me, Beauty.”
His nose glides along my neck, leaving a trail of soft, tender kisses in its wake, causing more arousal to pool between my thighs. “Florian…”
“I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times.” The pressure on my throat intensifies, and my mouth parts in response. “I’ve dreamed of tasting your beautiful skin and your sweet pussy. I’ve dreamed about how you’ll feel with my cock deep inside you. Will you scream my name or God’s?”
“Oh my…”
An insatiable need of wanting him deep inside me surges through my body. I dig my nails into his arms, relishing the sensation of his muscles tensing beneath my touch. He traces his tongue along the curve of my breast, then glides up my neck, sending delicious shivers down my spine.
“I want to fuck you, Beauty,” he whispers in my ear. “But I don’t think you’re ready for that right now.”
No. No. No. My mind screams, I’m ready, but my voice won’t say the words. So, I pull away, shooting him a glare that only does the opposite of what I want him to do. He chuckles.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t make you come, love, just not with my cock. Not until we’re married. So, I’ll let you choose. Do you want my tongue, or do you want my fingers?” he asks.
“I…”
His smile turns wicked. “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “Either way, you’ll come with my name on your lips. I promise.”
“You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
It’s the only thing I can come up with to tamp down some of my desire for him. The man has me so full of lust right now, I can’t even make a decision.
“Why don’t you strip while you decide,” he says, not responding to my question.
However, the wicked gleam in his eyes makes me think he doesn’t have to respond because he’s getting ready to show me. I’m not sure I’m completely ready for it.
“Or would you like help with that?”
I’m ready.
Without hesitation, I spin away from him, hastily gathering my hair off my neck, granting him access to unzip my dress. I brace myself against the wall when he pushes me against it. Despite the roughness of his touch against my skin, a delicious shiver runs through me as his calloused fingers delicately dance across my body. As the wetness increases between my legs, I release a breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and desire.
How long has it been since I’ve felt the touch of another person?
His hand moves slowly, pulling the zipper of my dress down my back, inch by inch, until it rests just above my ass. With both hands, he gently pushes the top of the dress off my shoulders,his fingers grazing my overly sensitive bare skin. I close my eyes, savoring the warmth and gentleness of his touch.
“You are so beautiful.” His lips brush the curve of my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that gradually descend to my bare shoulder as my dress pools at my feet. “I’ve imagined this moment with you so many times.”
From behind, he firmly grabs one of my breasts, caressing and teasing my erect nipple with his fingers.
“How wet are you, Beauty?”
As another rush of desire soaks through my already drenched lace panties, I moan.
“Why do you call me that?”
His tongue lightly traces up the column of my neck, sending another shiver coursing through me. A mix of pleasure and pain consumes me as he teases and pinches my nipple and firmly holds onto my hip with his other hand.
