Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,46
I nod my reply. “What did you think?”
“Baby, it was amazing,” I say, wiping my hands on a dishtowel and turning to face him. I lean my back against the counter. “I mean I didn’t understand a fucking word you were singing but somehow I swear I felt every single emotion you were trying to convey. You have the most beautiful voice.”
His eyes go warm, then heated, and I know that my words have affected him deeply. “I’m glad you liked it,” he says softly. “You want dessert?”
“Not really,” I reply, shaking my head.
“Good.” Victor gets up, comes around the bar to where I’m standing, snatches my hand, and drags me up the stairs to his bedroom in true caveman form. The door closes and suddenly I’m pressed up against it. Victor’s mouth on mine, coaxing my lips open with his tongue to deepen the connection. The taste of him drives me wild. I can feel the heat building throughout me, my body taking over, rendering my brain useless. I know that I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to, his body against mine feels too damn good. He devours me with his kiss, every passing moment weakening my already flimsy defenses. He breaks the kiss, but holds onto my wrists, keeping me pinned against the door. He tilts his head so that his lips are touching my ear and he nips it with his teeth causing me to whimper.
“The last shred of self control that I had is gone, Babe. I want you.” I feel the familiar tingling and butterflies in my stomach as the dampness rushes between my legs. I love the way my body responds to him.
“What happened to taking it slow?” I ask, almost teasingly. I know he’s taken it as slow as he’s capable of and I want him as badly as he wants me. He kisses my forehead and as if he’s read my thoughts replies, “We both know it can’t go any slower. This is mutual.”
He grazes his lips against mine, then unexpectedly releases my wrists and moves away from me, walking across the room and sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands grasping either side of the mattress. “Come here,” he says in a husky voice. I can tell by his tone that it’s not a request, it’s a command. Victor knows he has me exactly where he wants me, under his spell. I do as he asks, cutting the distance between us. I come to a halt directly in front of him. Everything about his posture is predatory. This is about more than just two people who want each other, he intends to possess me. He sits there for what seems like an eternity just staring at me, taking me in with his eyes. He juts his chin up. “Take off your dress, Ellie.” It comes out softly but I know it’s meant to be a test. He knows that if I do what he tells me to, I’m no longer embarrassed or afraid. He’ll know that I’m ready to deepen our connection. I don’t make him wait or wonder. Feeling braver than I have in years, I pull the dress over my head and toss it on the floor, bringing my eyes right back to his.
Victor inhales at the sight of me, covered by only a white, lace bra and matching panties. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he stands up. I close my eyes, not wanting him to see my reaction to his comment. The last thing I want to do is ruin the moment with my negative self image. Besides, if I’m being completely honest with myself, when I’m with him, I feel like just maybe I am beautiful. He puts his hands on my hips and turns me around. “Lie down.” His words vibrate through me. It’s another command and I find that suddenly my ability to control the situation isn’t that important to me. It’s easier to let him take control. I know he won’t hurt me and I intend to enjoy this. Tonight, I’m throwing caution to the wind. I need to take what he’s willing to give me and I want it all.
I sit on the edge of the bed and push myself up to the center, lying down, letting Victor know that I’m all in. I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head revealing the well defined muscles of his abs. The sight of him makes my mouth