Page 99 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
We forget about the sunrise, and she falls back on the bed, spreading her legs for me and showing me something even more beautiful.
I drag my tongue over her hot flesh, gorging on her taste and the sound of her timid moans, which soon morph into screams.
Her fingers skate through my hair, and when I bring her right to the edge, she gives it a firm tug. “Giorgio,” she pants, her entire body trembling as her orgasm fights to take over her. “Oh my God.”
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard on it, at last making her explode.
When she comes, I replace my mouth with my fingers and lift my head so that I can take all of her in.
Flushed skin, bitten lips, tangled hair. She blinks at me and gives me a lazy, satisfied smile that breaks something open inside my chest.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful.
And she’s mine.
For now.
I drag my palms up her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, and stop to cradle her cheeks. She gazes at me with bright, sparkling eyes, her mouth slightly parted. “You’re going to get me addicted to this,” she whispers.
Cazzo.
I press my lips to hers and taste the inside of her mouth while her hands drift low between our bodies. She wraps her palm around my aching cock and gives it an uncertain stroke. “Like that?” she asks.
A groan tumbles out of my lungs. “Just like that.”
She works me with her hand, growing more and more sure with her movements. I lick around her breast and then tug on her rosy nipple with my teeth, making her hiss. Her grip grows tighter, and my orgasm starts to build right at the base of my spine.
My mouth makes it up to the side of her throat. “I’m going to come all over you,piccolina.”
“I want you to,” she whispers, keeping a steady rhythm.
I fist her hair, and when it hits me, as hard as fucking truck, I bite her neck. God, she’s making me see stars. My seed spills all over her belly and chest, and she keeps stroking me until there’s nothing left.
I sit back on my heels and admire the view of her covered in my cum.
She glances down at herself, and a blush colors her cheeks. “Did that feel good?”
I drag my hand over my face. “Yeah, that felt fucking good.”
She laughs as I take her in my arms and carry her into the shower. By the time I’ve got her clean, my cock is hard again, and she whispers in my ear that she’s really not that sore, so I press her into the wall and take, take, take.
* * *
The morning passes in a blink, and while Mari returns to her room to finally get dressed, I go down to the dining room and have a cappuccino. I’m reading a newspaper—an old habit I doubt I’ll ever give up—when Polo walks in.
He looks disheveled, as if he’s running on only a few hours of sleep. According to Allegra, he’s thrown himself into work since the debacle with Martina, busying himself with projects for the garden.
It’s been a few days, but I’m still fucking furious with him for disobeying my direct orders and taking her off the property. His only saving grace is that I never told him what’s at stake. He didn’t understand the possible repercussions of his mutiny. Still, he works for me. I shouldn’t need to explain anything. It’s that damn temper of his that’s getting out of control.
Polo halts a few steps away, waiting for me to give him my attention.
Slowly, I fold the newspaper and toss it on the table.
He meets my gaze, but only for a short moment. He’s nervous.
As he damn well should be.
He licks his lips and says, “I want to apologize for my behavior. I was angry at you, and I took Martina with me out of spite.”
