It was the way I was starting to want this. Him.
Thestormstillragedoutside as we left the dining room, but the real tempest followed me upstairs in the form of Santino.
His hand stayed possessively at the small of my back the entire way, fingers occasionally dipping lower to squeeze my ass. Everystep sent a reminder throbbing between my thighs, the delicious ache and faint sting from what he’d already taken in the gym.
When we reached his bedroom, he pushed the heavy door open, guided me inside, and locked it with a deliberate click that made my stomach flip.
The room was pure him: dark charcoal walls, a massive black four-poster bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the rain-lashed beach. Low, golden lighting cast long shadows across the space.
Santino turned me to face him, his eyes burning with dark hunger.
“Strip for me, Aurora,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Slowly. I want to admire what’s mine.”
My hands shook slightly as I obeyed, peeling off my sweater, then sliding my leggings and panties down my legs. I stood completely naked before him, skin prickling under his intense gaze. He was still fully dressed, which only made me feel more exposed.
He circled me slowly, like a predator savoring his prey. His fingers traced the faint bruises on my hips, then drifted lower, brushing over the dried traces of my virgin blood on my inner thighs.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with reverence. “Still wearing the evidence of your innocence on your skin. My marks. My blood. My girl.”
He pulled me against his clothed body and kissed me deeply, possessively, before lifting me effortlessly and laying me down in the center of his huge bed. He spread my legs wide, settling between them like he belonged there.
“Keep them open,” he commanded. “I’m not done worshipping this pretty pussy yet.”
I gasped as his mouth descended on me. He worshipped me like a man at an altar, slow, reverent, and utterly filthy. Histongue dragged through my folds, licking up the lingering mix of my arousal and the faint metallic trace of blood with dark groans of satisfaction.
“So sweet,” he rasped against my sensitive flesh. “This cunt is going to ruin me for every other woman on earth.”
He devoured me with devastating skill. Long, slow licks followed by tight circles around my swollen clit. Two thick fingers pushed inside my sore, fluttering channel, stretching me carefully while his mouth sucked on my clit. He curled his fingers just right, stroking that spot inside me until my hips bucked off the bed.
I moaned loudly, fingers fisting the sheets. He added a third finger, pumping them deeper, faster, while his tongue flicked mercilessly over my clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room, mixing with the thunder outside.
“Please, Santino…” I whimpered, already trembling on the edge.
He pulled back slightly, eyes dark as he looked up at me from between my thighs. “Beg me properly, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“It’s yours,” I gasped. “It’s all yours. Please!”
He growled in approval and dove back in, sucking my clit hard while his fingers fucked me relentlessly. The pressure built impossibly fast until I shattered with a broken cry, my walls clamping down around his fingers as another powerful orgasm tore through me. He didn’t stop, licking me through every wave, drawing it out until I was shaking and oversensitive.
When I finally went limp, he rose up, kissing his way up my body. He captured my mouth in a filthy kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
I was still panting when I reached for the waistband of his pants, desperate to see him.
“Please,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “Let me see your cock, Santino. I want to touch you. I want to taste you too.”
He let out a low, dark chuckle, catching my wrist and pinning it above my head. His eyes gleamed with wicked amusement.
“Oh, troublemaker,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine. “You’re not ready for that yet. Look at you, still trembling from just my mouth and fingers. So innocent. So fucking perfect.”
I whimpered, trying to reach for him again. “Please… I need to see it. I want it so badly.”
He laughed again, softer this time, clearly enjoying my desperation. He grabbed my other wrist, pinning both above my head with one large hand while his free hand lazily stroked between my legs, teasing my oversensitive clit.
“You’ll see my cock when I decide you’re ready,” he said, voice dripping with dark dominance. “And when that day comes, you won’t be politely asking, Aurora. You’ll be on your knees, tears in your eyes, begging to choke on it.”
I moaned at his filthy words, hips twitching against his teasing fingers.
“Not tonight,” he continued, pressing a kiss to my throat. “Tonight you’re going to sleep in my bed, naked, with my marks all over you. I want you aching and empty, dreaming about what I’m going to do to you.”
