Page 82 of Twisted Devotion
With one swipe of his hand, everything flew off of his desk and my ass was pressed against it.“Are you sure?Here?”
He didn’t give himself a chance to respond, because his mouth was on mine, and his hands were exploring every inch of my body.They stopped at the apex of my thighs.
“I waited patiently to have you by my side.In doing so, I dreamt almost every night about what it would be like to finally be able to feel you.I’ll never give it up now.Just now, you are fucking stuck with me.”
And with that, he dropped to his knees, and put his tongue right on my clit and sucked.“Ohhhh, fuck!”
My hands banged against his desk, thighs apart, begging for more.The man knew exactly what to do with his tongue to make me explode.He inserted two fingers in a come here motion, while sucking on my clit, and I thought I was going to faint.
“Holy shit.I’m gonna - I’m gonna….Fuuuuccckkkkkkkkk.”
He came up for air, wiped his mouth, and eased himself inside before my orgasm was over.Keeping me riding high.
“This is exactly what I plan to do for the rest of my life.Show you everyday, exactly how much I love you.”
When we finally emerged an hour later, we forgot we had the party going on before we left for Italy.Thankfully, Catrina took charge in our absence.
We ran upstairs, got dressed, and entered the ballroom painted the facade of normalcy.But for me, nothing was ordinary anymore.Enrico's magnetic pull tugged at me with every heartbeat, a constant reminder of what transpired.I couldn't help but steal glances at him, the man who commanded an empire now.
I observed as he interacted with his associates—each gesture, each smile, now viewed through the lens of intimate knowledge.In those moments, the certainty bloomed within me, a deep-rooted acknowledgment of the love that had woven itself into the fabric of my existence.I knew with unshakeable clarity that whatever the future held, it was irrevocably entwined with the one who had marked my soul with his indelible touch.
As if drawn by an unseen force, we gravitated toward each other, the crowd parting.When Enrico reached for my hand, his touch seared through the silk of my gown, branding my skin with a promise of things unspoken.He led me away.As we succumbed to the need that consumed us again.Enrico's gaze held me captive, dark and intense, revealing a hunger that matched my own.His strong hands, capable of commanding men and controlling empires, now explored the terrain of my body with a reverence that spoke volumes.They traced the curve of my spine, sending shivers cascading down my back, and drew patterns on my skin that would be invisible come morning but would remain etched in my memory forever.
My fingers found the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath to discover the warmth of his skin.The fabric slid from his shoulders.Enrico responded with a low growl.Each touch, each kiss, each shared breath wove a stronger bond between us, a promise that no matter the storms we faced, we would weather them side by side.The darkness of the world, the bloodstained legacy, could not taint the purity of what we found in each other's embrace.
Twisted, fucked up, devotion.
