Until Her - Ami Van Page 0,40

if it’s going to make her more comfortable, who is he to deny her that? At least, for now.

He trails the tip of his tongue up her slit, even over the fabric, while she watches until her eyes flutter. She bucks when his tongue twirls over her sensitive clit. Her reaction sets him off and he swiftly pulls the interfering garment to the side. He’s starved for a taste of her and it’s time to feast.

At the first taste of her on his tongue, there was no slowing down. Like a fiend relapsing, he tastes and drinks.

She bucks in his hands, pulls his hair, and just when he can feel her about to peak, he shoves two fingers into her warm and slick pussy. He climbs her magnificent body, pumping his fingers, curling them while kissing his way up to her neck until his lips rest on her pulsing jugular.

“Come, gattina,” he tells her, unsure if she even understood the Italian sentiment. “Look at me when you come,” he demands.

Her eyes fly open and lock onto his like a heat-seeking missile.

And she explodes, thoroughly coating his fingers. She claws at his wrist while her body moves, riding out the wave. Seeing her unhinged like this instead of in a panic nearly sets him off. It’s too much for him.

In another swift power move, his coated fingers leave her pulsing pussy. He flips her onto her side easily.

Oh, the satisfaction of her reaching behind herself to fumble with his zipper. Such satisfaction. The moment he hears the sound of the zipper undone, he’s shoving his pants down enough to free his aching cock. Like a randy high school kid excited about his first fuck, he didn’t bother to push his pants down past his thighs before he’s slamming into her hot cunt.

“Aahhh,” she cries out, her walls squeeze him, already milking him.

He shoves an arm under her, pulling her closer against him. His other hand throws her leg over his hip, spreading her wider. There are no controlled methodic strokes. Just pure fucking to feed his need of her.

Rough. Fast. Deep. Starving.

And she takes him.

“That’s it,” he encourages as her whimpers and moans grow louder and louder.

Nothing else matters right now. Not her recovery. Not her past. Not who she is or who she will become. Not that they are in a safe house with his brother somewhere on the other side of that door. The only thing that matters at this very moment is him…and her.

“You’re mine now,” he hisses. “Mine to please.”

That sets her off again. He can feel her contractions, hard and fast. So tight and wet that it sets him off too. With a loud growl through gritted teeth, he holds her leg up higher, slamming into her over and over until he’s spurting rope after rope into her.

Filling her. Claiming her.

Mine to please.

It’s been too long since he’s spent the night with a woman. It’s been even longer since he’s trusted anyone other than his brothers to be able to fall into a sound sleep with another person not just in the vicinity of where he sleeps but right next to him, in his arms.

That’s where Ariana slept through the night. Molded against his body. Flesh on flesh. Skin on hot skin.

Though he’s always been an early riser and usually in a good mood when he wakes, he finds himself in an even better mood when he walks into the kitchen the next morning.

He finds Derrick sipping from a mug and staring out the window.

“Not gonna tell you where you can stick your dick, but this is going to complicate shit,” Derrick says without turning around.

And just like that, his good mood disperses and reality sinks in.

“Not to mention what’s going to happen to her if your betroth finds out,” his twin brother adds in.

Derrick finally turns around and eyes him now. Words passed between them in silence. Minutes pass by before Derrick gives him a smirk and a soft chuckle.

“No, it’s not too late to pass Isabella on to Chase or Rory,” Derrick says with a laugh. “But come on. You know you couldn’t do that.”

“Fuck,” he hisses in response. “And I really don’t give a shit if Isabella finds out or not but I’ll make sure Ariana isn’t harmed and out of harm's way.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Stella says from behind him.

He turns around to find her leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest and a sweet smile on her