“Michael...” I whispered, straining toward him in a silent plea. “This is crazy...”
“Say my name again, stella,” he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. “Fuck, it’s so perfect coming from those gorgeous lips.”
My breath formed soft pants as my heart pounded. “Michael—”
His lips closed over mine, devouring me as if I were his next meal; as if tasting me were more important than breathing.
I’d kissed other boys before, mostly ones I’d dated in high school for brief stints. But nothing compared to the consuming feeling that washed over my body as Michael surged his tongue into the warm depths of my mouth. He swirled his tongue overmine, groaning as he gently clenched my bun in his hand and tugged my head back.
The dominant gesture was so foreign, but surprisingly, my body yielded, relaxing under his ministrations as he moaned into my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, changing the angle of the kiss to plunder deeper. I licked his tongue, tentatively, and a deep growl rumbled from his chest.
“Let me touch you, stella,” he commanded, his hand gliding from my hair, down my side, stopping at my hip. Bunching the fabric of my dress, he broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes.
“Let me make you feel good,” he rasped, his breaths harsh in the dim light. “Give you something to remember for when I’m able to finally claim you.”
“Once I’m Victor’s, no one else can claim me until he’s dead,” I said softly.
“I won’t let that happen.” Slipping his hand under my dress, he caressed my thigh. “He’s a selfish prick who I doubt will take any time to please you. Let me show you, stella...”
My eyes darted between his, noticing the deep passion in the swirling depths, and not a hint of deception. Throwing caution to the wind, I tightened my arms around his neck and whispered, “Touch me, Michael.”
With his eyes cemented to mine, he glided his fingers toward the juncture of my thighs, wedging beneath my panties until he found my core.
“Jesus,” he murmured, gliding his index finger over my wet slit as I emitted a high-pitched whimper. “You’re soaked for me.”
“I don’t...” I shook my head, wondering what madness had overtaken my body. Kissing my high school boyfriends had never worked my body into the frenzied mass of nerves that controlled it now. “I don’t know why...”
“Because your body knows it’s mine,” he growled, slipping his middle finger lower until it circled my wet opening. “The body always knows what the mind and heart take longer to discover.”
“Oh, god...” I rasped, my head falling back against the piling. “I’ve never...”
“Never been touched here,” he finished, already knowing how inexperienced I was, although it didn’t seem to matter to him. Instead, I had a strange sense that he was trying to claim some part of me before any other man could.
“I know you haven’t, stella,” he continued. “I won’t fuck you. Not until we’re married. But I’m going to brand your sweet body with my fingers so you remember who you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to anyone—”
And then, all talking ceased as he claimed my lips again, groaning into my mouth as he rubbed my core, coating his fingers with my essence. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine.
“Look at me, Bianca,” he said, part command, part plea.
I lifted my eyelids, my heavy breaths mingling with his as he gazed into my soul.
Gently, he inched his finger inside me, inch by inch, as my mouth fell open in a silent moan.
“Yes, stella,” he crooned, reaching the hilt before drawing back. He eased back inside, and I whimpered as his jaw clenched.
“So...fucking...tight...” he gritted, increasing the pace as my body slowly opened to him.
“Yes, that’s it.Good girl. It feels better when you relax like that, sweetheart.”
My hips moved on their own accord, working in tandem with his movements as I slowly undulated against his finger.
“Jesus, you were made to fuck me, Bianca.” Inserting a second finger, he continued the smooth slides, his gaze affixed to me as if there were nothing else in the world.
Placing the heel of his hand at the top of my slit, he began to move it in concentric circles against the little nub there while his fingers continued to slide inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I clenched his hair, looking for a stronghold as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.
