Page 78 of Whispers in the Dark
Those big brown eyes glance up, and it’s like she’s daring me to meet the truth in them. “We broke a rule,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “But I…” Her gaze drops, only to lift again and meet mine, filled with a dangerous mix of longing and uncertainty. “I want to break it again. I mean, only if you—”
I use my right arm to swipe everything off the counter in front of me. Plates, silverware, drinkware, it all crashes to the floor. Alina gasps as I grip her hips and lift her onto the surface. Our eyes lock for only seconds before our lips collide.
It’s like both of us have been waiting an eternity for this kiss. One I’ve been dreaming of since we left the island.
Her hands wrap around my neck, clutching me to her as mine grasp her waist, hauling her against my chest.
This… This is where she belongs.
Right here, with me.
In my hold, where I know she’ll always be safe.
My fingers travel down her waist, curling around the hem of her shirt. Our lips separate as she raises her arms, and I lift the material over her body, flinging it behind her. A sinfully delicious black bra contains her full breasts. One that needs to be immediately removed. Using only two fingers, I unclasp the front of it, my cock twitching at the sight before me.
She’s a fucking vision I never want to forget.
Pulling back a few inches, I place one hand on her chest and gently push her back until she’s lying flat against the marble. She’s panting in anticipation, her chest rising steadily as a dreamy look crosses her eyes.
I straighten, kicking the stool out of the way as I position myself between her knees, my fingers curling beneath the edge of her leggings.
I wait for her to give me the final word, and she does by quickly nodding.
Steadily, I pull them down, revealing the small piece of purple fabric that covers her center. I drag the leggings down her thighs, over her knees, and across her shins before tossing them to the side. Leaning forward, only inches away from her pussy, I inhale the heavenly scent of her arousal, admiring the wet spot forming over the center of the fabric.
“Mauro,” she breathes, her fingers coiling around the edge of the counter.
I press a kiss over the fabric, making her squirm. “Take them off,” she tells me in a breathy command. I arch a brow, and she rolls in her bottom lip, grinning. “Please.”
Tucking my fingers beneath the waistband, I pull them down, letting them slide over her legs and off her ankles, dropping to the floor.
I stare down at her, completely entranced.
She’s mine.
Her thighs begin to close, and I place a hand on her leg to stop her and then sign,Spread.
Her lips part, her tongue slipping out and over her bottom lip as she does what she’s told.
Good girl.
Her breaths come out faster, her chest moving rapidly.
Reaching for the back of my chair, I pull it over and sit between her knees, leaning back to enjoy the view.
Fuck, it’s such a pretty pussy.
I eye her clit, which appears swollen and aching for relief. But I make her wait. Not only because I know the anticipation will heighten her arousal, but because I’m enjoying watching her need something so desperately that only I can give her.
“Please,” she begs, squirming against the hard surface. “I’ll do anything if you just touch me.”
Her plea ignites something primal inside me, but just as I lean down, an idea comes to me.
I stand, her eyes watching me with intent.Don’t move.
She nods repeatedly, bringing her hands up to her breasts.
I bolt for the stairs and take two steps at a time, quickly approaching the top one. I sprint down the hall to our bedroom and stride toward her nightstand. Yanking open the drawer, I spot her vibrator and grab it, an excitement sifting through me.
