I can't deny her anything.
I lift her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. She's light, her body fitting perfectly against mine.
I carry her to the sofa in the corner of the office. I lay her down gently, her hair fanning out around her head like a halo.
I kneel between her legs, my gaze taking in every inch of her. The bite mark on her side is already darkening, a brand of possession. A claim.
I want to brand her everywhere.
I lean down and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then I set my teeth against it. Her body trembles.
Chapter Seventeen
Olivia
I'm a live wire. Every nerve ending is buzzing with electricity. I can still feel him inside me, the way he stretched me, the way he possessed me. The way he marked me.
The bite on my side throbs, a dull ache that is a constant reminder of what just happened. Of what we are to each other.
I watch him through half-closed eyes as he kneels between my legs. His hair is disheveled, a lock falling over his forehead. There's a wildness in his eyes that I've seen only once before. A darkness that both terrifies and excites me.
He's looking at me like I belong to him. And the scary part is, a part of me does.
He lowers his head, his lips brushing against my inner thigh. My breath catches. I know what he's going to do. I brace myself for it.
But he doesn't bite me. Not yet. He presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss there. Then another, higher up. His tongue darts out, tasting my skin.
My body responds immediately, a wave of heat washing over me.
He continues his journey, a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses that leads to the very center of me. I'm arching off the sofa, my hands tangling in his hair, silently begging him for more.
He chuckles, a low, dark sound that vibrates against my sensitive flesh.
"Patience, Olivia," he murmurs. "We have all night."
His words are a promise. A threat.
He finally gives me what I want. His tongue finds my clit, and I cry out, my body arching off the sofa. He licks me, a long, slow stroke that has me seeing stars.
He doesn't stop. He devours me like a man starved, his tongue and fingers working in concert to bring me to the brink of insanity.
I'm writhing on the sofa, my body a slave to the pleasure he's giving me. I'm close, so close.
"Roberto, please," I sob. "Please."
He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Please, what? Tell me what you want."
"I want to come," I cry out. "Please, let me come."
He smirks, a slow, predatory smile that makes my stomach clench. "Since you asked so nicely."
Helowers his head again, and this time, he doesn't hold back. He sucks on my clit, his fingers curling inside me, finding that spot that sends me hurtling over the edge.
I scream, my body convulsing as a mind-shattering orgasm rips through me. It's so intense, so overwhelming, that for a moment, I think I'm going to pass out.
He doesn't stop. He continues to lap at me, drawing out my pleasure until I'm a quivering, sobbing mess.
When he finally pulls away, I'm limp, my body boneless. I don't think I can move. I don't think I want to.
