“So fucking sweet,” he growls against me. “Just like I knew you’d be.”
My fingers tighten in his hair as his tongue circles my clit with devastating precision. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful, building like a storm inside me. I’ve never felt anything like this—this consuming, overwhelming sensation that makes me forget everything but the feel of his mouth on me.
“Oh God, oh God,” I chant, unable to form any other words as he devours me. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider for his mouth. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, how eagerly my body responds to him, but I can’t think past the pleasure.
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his lips glistening with my arousal. “Tell me you believe me now,” he demands, his voice rough. “Tell me you know how much I want you.”
“I-I believe you,” I stammer, desperate for him to continue.
“Not good enough,” he growls, blowing cool air against my heated flesh, making me whimper.
He continues to lick me while circling my opening with one finger. The feeling is exquisite, and I’m close to begging him to slide the digit inside me.
Acting as though he can hear my thoughts, he rasps, “I’m not going to put my fingers inside you until it’s time to take your virginity.”
Oh… oh!
He laps harder at my clit, making me cry out his name over and over like it’s a chant.
His tongue becomes relentless, circling and flicking with a precision that leaves me gasping. I can’t believe this is happening—that Raffaele Russo is on his knees before me, his face buried between my thighs, making me feel things I never knew were possible.
“I believe you,” I cry out, the words tumbling from my lips as the pressure builds. “I believe you want me. Please, Raffaele, I—”
My words dissolve into a strangled moan as he sucks my clit between his lips. The sensation is so intense my vision blurs at the edges. My legs tremble violently, threatening to give out completely.
“That’s it,” he growls against me, the vibration of his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. “Let go for me.”
When his teeth graze my sensitive bud, something inside me shatters. The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my entire body convulsing with the force of it.
I cry out his name, my fingers clutching his hair so tight it must hurt, but he doesn’t stop. He works me through it, lapping at me like I’m the sweetest dessert he’s ever tasted.
As the aftershocks ripple through me, my knees finally give way. Raffaele catches me easily, rising to his feet and lifting me into his arms in one fluid motion. He carries me to the couch and sits with me straddling his lap, my bare legs on either side of his clothed thighs.
“Now,” he says, his voice rough and demanding as he cradles my face in his hands. His lips are wet with my arousal, his eyes dark with hunger. “Tell me your answer.”
I’m still struggling to catch my breath, my mind fuzzy with pleasure. But through the haze, I know what I want. What I’ve decided.
I stare at him, at this dangerous, beautiful man offering me my dreams in exchange for binding myself to him forever. It makes no sense. None of this makes sense. Not when he already has me.
As I look at the scattered chess pieces, at the game that ended almost before it began, I realize I’m out of moves.
With the list of questions forgotten in my jeans, I say, “Yes.” The word is barely audible even to my own ears. I swallow hard and try again. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Raffaele’s expression doesn’t change, but something in his posture relaxes fractionally, like a man who’s just secured something he intended to claim all along.
“But I won’t let you fu… sleep with me until we’re married,” I clarify, needing to get it off my chest.
He nods. “I want you in my bed tonight,” he rasps. “You should get used to it.”
Chapter 18
Raffaele
The taste of Alina’s pussy lingers on my tongue as we leave the library, her soft body barely brushing against me as we walk. Even that slight contact is enough to make my dick throb against my zipper.
I want to push her against the wall, tear her clothes from her body, and show her exactly what she’s agreed to. But I won’t. Not yet. I’ve learned the sweetest conquests are the ones that come willingly, step by careful step.
She walks slightly ahead of me, her full hips swaying in a way that makes my mouth water. The tight jeans hug her ass perfectly. Better than any designer pair ever could.
