His Stolen Bride - MINK Page 0,16
turning heated. At least I think that’s what they are. I’ve never had someone look at me the way he does. The feeling inside my stomach starts to blossom out, spreading through my body with an intensity that has me leaning more into Santino. “How he resisted you I’ll never know. If I couldn’t fuck you for some reason then I still would’ve feasted on you.”
Wetness surges between my thighs. “You put something in my food.”
His lips turn up into a smile. “You think I’ve drugged you? That’s why you keep clinging to me?”
“I’m not clinging to you,” I lie. I can’t get myself to stop. “I don’t see you denying it.”
He moves before I register what is happening and lifts me off my feet. He pins me to the wall.
“If you want to pretend I drugged you, then by all means.”
I moan as he thrusts himself against me where I need it most. “I don’t understand.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders. “You have to have done something to me.” This time it’s me that shifts, rubbing myself against him.
“That’s called desire, beautiful. You want me.” I shake my head, but again I move my hips, making myself whimper. I want him. I stare into his heated gaze. He wants me, too. Would it be so wrong to take something for myself? If only for tonight?
He’s right. I hate to admit it, but he’s making me feel desired. It’s intoxicating to think about him wanting me so badly. It makes me feel almost powerful for once.
“And you want me,” I breathe.
“‘Want is putting it mildly,” he growls before his mouth is on mine. And before I know it, everywhere else.
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Santino
She purrs for me, her body warm and inviting. With another lift, I carry her to the nearest door and kick it open. It’s a dark-paneled room with a large bed. It’ll do fine.
Setting her on the bed, I lay her back and settle beside her, then take her mouth again. She’s tensed a little from the hallway, but I work my tongue against hers, massaging her until she’s whimpering again, her hips moving and her hands grasping me. I want her desperate for me, hungry for my cock.
When she breathes my name on an erotic sigh, I kiss down her body, then get to my knees. Hiking up her pink skirt, I find a pair of wet panties, the white lace soaked.
“My beautiful one, you’ve saved it for me.” I kiss her panties, then pluck them with my teeth. Her hands grip my hair as I pull the fabric away from her wet flesh and get the carnal taste of her in my mouth. It’s not enough, not when I see the rest of her begging for my tongue. With another pull, I rip her panties down her thighs, give them one more lick, then stuff them in my pocket.
Her knees try to close, but I open them wide again and survey all I’m about to enjoy.
“Oh my God,” she sighs, her fingers now gripping the covers.
“No man has seen you here, has he?” I slide my palms along her inner thighs.
“No,” she moans.
“No man has gotten a taste of your sweetest skin, this pretty pussy that even now tempts me to fill it with my cock?”
“No.”
I slide my hands down until I’m framing her juicy cunt, the wet perfection that promises me so much pleasure. “No other man ever will.” I press my mouth to her, kissing her pink lips and swiping my tongue up her warm skin.
She arches, but I place my palm flat on her stomach and hold her in place as I ravage her cunt—tasting, licking, and swallowing her down with a single-minded focus. I want all of her, to own this body the way she’s already taken hold of my soul. This fiery woman with the sharp tongue, she is my bride, and I will never love another. The realization sends even more heat into my veins, and I push two fingers inside her tight cunt.
Her moan tells me to keep finger-fucking her, to concentrate on her clit as her thighs begin to shake. I’ll give her this release, then I’ll give her more.
When I stroke her little clit faster and faster, she arches and freezes, her body locking as she comes, everything inside her tensing then loosening under my touch. Over and over the waves hit her until she finally relaxes against the bed, her breathing fast, her pussy already mine.
I get