He stares at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a growl, he claims my mouth once more, his hands making quick work of my dress, dragging it up and off. I surrender, losing myself in the fervour of his kiss, the heat of his skin against mine.
I gasp as Silvo’s hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. For a moment, I feel a flicker of self-consciousness,but it is quickly extinguished by the hunger in his gaze as he drinks me in.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His touch skims up my sides to cup my breasts. I arch into him, a moan escaping my lips as his thumbs brush over my nipples.
He lowers his head, trailing kisses down my neck and chest until he reaches my breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping until I am writhing beneath him, my fingers tangled in his hair.
“Silvo, please,” I beg, my hips rocking against his. “I need you.”
He lifts his head, his gaze dark with desire. “Patience,” he says, his hands sliding down my body to grip my thighs and slowly peel my panties off. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
And he does. His mouth and hands explore every inch of my skin, leaving me trembling and desperate for more. When he finally settles between my thighs, his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh, I think I might combust from the anticipation.
But then his mouth is on my pussy, his tongue delving into my folds, and I lose all coherent thought. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as he licks and sucks, his fingers joining the assault until I am teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“That’s it, baby,” he breathes against my skin. “Let go for me.”
And I do, shattering apart with a cry of his name, my body shuddering with the force of my release. Silvo pushes me through it, his touch gentling as I slowly come down from the high.
He crawls back up my body, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only reignites my desire. I reach for him, desperate to feel his skin against mine, but he catches my wrists, pinning them above my head.
“Not so fast,” Silvo rumbles, his grip on my wrists tight but not painful. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I shiver at the promise in his voice, anticipation coiling low in my belly. “What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.
He gives me a wolfish grin, his eyes glinting dangerously in the low light. “Everything you’ve ever imagined, and then some.”
He releases my wrists and quickly strips off his shirt, shedding the rest of his clothes. A sharp inhale catches in my throat when I see his cock. Thick, veined, and dripping with precum.
He climbs back onto the bed and lifts my hips, spreading my legs wide. I flush under the intensity of his gaze because I’m exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on. “Such a pretty pussy,” he mutters.
With one powerful thrust, he is inside me, filling me up in the most delicious way. I cry out, arching up to meet him as he begins to move.
His pace is unhurried but forceful, each roll of his hips stoking the pleasure inside me higher and higher. My hands roam the hard planes of his chest, nails digging into the inked skin as I urge him on wordlessly.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he growls, his own hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Take it.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle so he hits that spot deep inside that makes me see stars. My climax is building fast, my body tensing as the pleasure mounts.
“Silvo,” I gasp, teetering on the edge. “I’m close...”
His pace increases, his powerful body working mine relentlessly towards ecstasy. “Come for me, Carmela,” he commands. “Now.”
That is all it takes to send me flying over the precipice with a sharp cry. My vision whites out, distantly aware of Silvo following me over with a low groan.
As I slowly float back down to earth, I become aware of Silvo’s weight still pressing me into the mattress. His breath is hot against my neck, his heart thundering against my chest. I stroke his sweat-slicked back lazily, utterly spent and satisfied.
After a long moment, he lifts his head to look down at me, a satisfied smirk playing about his lips. “Told you I’d make it worth your while.”
I laugh breathlessly, swatting his shoulder. “Don’t get cocky. I’m not that easy to impress.”
His grin widens, turning wolfish once more. “Is that a challenge?”
Before I can respond, he rolls us over so I am straddling his waist. His hands come up to grip my hips possessively as he regards me with smoldering eyes.
“Round two?” he suggests, one brow arched.
I bite my lip, feeling him already stirring back to life inside me. I grind my hips against him experimentally, drawing a hiss from his lips.
