He swelled inside me and I tightened around him, my pulse jack-hammering at my throat as he gasped, plunging into me hard then spilling himself inside me with a long groan that tangled with my name.
He eased out of me, releasing me and my nails dug into the bark as my body shuddered with need. I was so close to release, my legs quivering, but maybe now he was done, that was it. Even as the thought crossed my mind, his hands ran down the back of my thighs and I felt his breath against my lower back.
"Don't move," he growled. "And don't make a sound."
One hand pushed up between my thighs, his fingers slipping over my soaking entrance before he slid them onto my clit. My hips bucked with urgency and he drew them back, making me bend at the waist. I was so exposed to him, but I didn't even care. I needed him too much. And he knew every piece of me, scars and all. We never hid from each other and I wasn’t going to start now.
His tongue ran up the centre of me and I brought my fist to my mouth, biting down to stop myself from making a noise. He did it again and pinched my clit at the same time, making me shiver right down to my toes. The next time he did it, he pushed his tongue into me, his fingers rubbing and circling over my pulsing flesh as he took control of me, driving his tongue in and out of me as he devoured the evidence of what he'd just done.
My hips swayed and I started to grind against his mouth, so close to ecstasy that it was driving me to insanity. He laughed and the sound rumbled right through me, his tongue swirling and flicking as he rubbed my clit, his fingers slick with my desire.
"Come for me savage girl," he commanded, the vibrations of his deep voice sending me over the edge and I came on his tongue as he lapped at me all the way through my orgasm. I lost all strength in my body and he pulled me down into his lap, tucking us up close against the tree.
"-finished building it last year. Isn't it beautiful?" a girl's voice reached us as she stepped into the garden.
"Oh wow," another girl cooed. "It's so hot in here. Did you see that man that came up here too. He was like, other worldly hot. Do you think the Romeros are recruiting?"
"Idiot, don't you know who that is? It's Nicoli Vitoli. A.K.A Angelo Romero."
"Holy shit," her friend gasped.
Nicoli tugged my dress down, pulling me to my feet and dragged me away from the window into the jungle as he rearranged his pants and did up his belt.
"Do you think he's dating that redhead he was sitting with?" the first girl mused as Nicoli guided me along a winding path that led towards the back of the jungle.
"The one with all the scars? Looked like a charity case to me. You totally have a shot with him, Felicia."
"Do you think so? I mean, she did look a bit like a lawnmower had run over her." She giggled and my upper lip peeled back the same moment Nicoli's grip tightened dangerously on my hand.
He changed course suddenly, guiding me down a path towards them with purpose in his stride.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, but he just locked his jaw tight, tugging me on. As we rounded down the next path, I saw them. They were inspecting my abandoned high heels on the ground in confusion and as we approached, they looked up in surprise.
"Oh, hi Nicoli, I'm-" the blonde one – Felicia - started.
"You're nobody," Nicoli growled, his gaze moving to the pretty brunette beside her. "And if you don't get on your knees and tell my girl you're sorry right this second, I'll make sure you never step foot in this restaurant again. Possibly the whole of Sinners Bay too if your apology doesn't come up to par."
They gawped at him, lip-glossed mouths wide.
Nicoli took a step closer and they shrank like wilting flowers. "Normally, when I tell people to do things twice they've already pissed themselves and are missing a few limbs. I'd rather not make a mess of my clothes tonight though, so if we can move swiftly fucking on with the apology, that would be ideal."