He crawls up the length of me, the weight of his body driving me onto my back as his mouth finds my throat. Teeth graze against sensitive skin. I’m burning up. Desperate. My hands grip the heavy muscle of his upper arms, but I don’t know if I’m trying to hold on, or demand some space between us—just enough to breathe.
Every inch of me erupts in shivers, from the tight, swollen ache of my nipples, to the pulsing wetness between my thighs.
Wrong. So wrong.
There’s no denying the truth now.
I can’t pretend I don’t know who he is anymore.
I can’t pretend I’m not taking this step willfully.
And I can’t pretend I don’t want this with every inch of my body.
“More,” I pant.
Capturing my chin, Thiago claims my mouth. His tongue pushes past my lips. A hard muscular knee forces my thighs apart, and then it’s grinding against my pussy. Sucking in a sharp gasp behind my teeth, I dig my nails into his arms. All that muscle, just for me. I want to bite him. I want to eat him alive. I want those powerful hands on my skin. I want pain. I want pleasure. I want him inside me so desperately that I can barely breathe.
It’s like he reads my mind.
His lips trail down the smooth column of my throat, hands tugging at the filmy gauze of my dress. One breast is bared and then his mouth is there, molten with heat. I arch into him and he suckles me into his mouth. More. More. It feels like pure wildfire ignites within my veins.
“I want to never let you go,” he whispers, his eyes meeting mine.
“Then don’t.”
The words set him loose.
If I thought the possessive claim in his eyes was overwhelming before, then I knew nothing.
Hands tear at my skirts, ripping the expensive silk. I arch into his palm as he finds me, wet and slick. Two fingers drive inside me, and I nearly scream. He’s kissing me again. Hard. Furious. Desperate. It feels like we’re both fighting for breath, as if the air in his lungs is all that can sustain me.
His thumb works over me, his fingers driving in and out in a pistoning movement. Oh gods. A storm is brewing.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He bites my throat. “Come for me, Vi. Give me your pleasure.”
One simple command and I’m coming all over his fingers with a scream. This time I give into temptation and bite his shoulder. It’s a million times more heady than it was last night. I can’t control myself.
I don’t want to control myself.
Collapsing against the grass, I shake and shudder. Thiago reaches over his shoulder, tugging his tunic over his head. He casts it aside, and I rear up on my elbows to look. Shadow ripples over his muscles, delineating them with an artist’s touch. He’s perfect. All hard muscle and smooth skin. Thick dark tattoos that smolder over his chest. I try to run my fingers over one and I swear it moves, arching beneath my touch like a cat.
Thiago captures me hand.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Vi, this is going to be over before we even begin.” He tears the buttons on his leather trousers open, unleashing that monstrous cock.
I know it fits—I know—but the sight of it knots me up inside. For all the pleasure last night brought, there was also pain. Understandable, of course, but….
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, fisting that brute and gliding his hand up and down in a mesmerizing movement. Cum glistens over the slit of his cock. He dashes it off with his thumb, and then brings it to my lips.
I suckle hard, the taste surprisingly salty.
Our eyes meet, and then he’s cursing under his breath, settling himself between my thighs. “You test my patience each and every time. Fuck, Vi. I wanted to seduce you tonight.”
The head of his cock brushes against me. I shiver, long past the need for seduction. “We don’t have time for that.”
I need to be back before someone realizes I’m missing.
“There’s always time.”
I grab his ass in both hands, but he refuses to sink into me. Instead he traces those teasing fingers between my thighs. Lightning strikes twice. I come with a moan, shamelessly grinding into his touch.
“You’re so responsive,” he whispers. “I love it.”
Resting on one elbow, he fits himself to me and I brace for impact, but once again he surprises me.
He makes shallow thrusts, dipping inside an inch and then retreating. Messy fingers trace slick circles over and around my clit. I’d accuse him of missing the mark, but one look into those eyes reveals he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Locking my thighs around his lean hips, I try to arch into him on the next stroke and earn an extra inch.
A dangerous smile curls over his mouth. “Do you want me, Vi?”
“Oh gods.” A moan escapes me. Yes. Please. He’s driving me to the edge again with each supple stroke, that callused thumb flickering over my clit just enough to make me gasp. Wild with need. Desperate to have him inside me. “Are you just a fucking tease?”
“Mmm.” The smoky sound curls all the way through me as he nuzzles at my throat. “Always. I like it when you beg. I like it when you gasp my name. I like it” —he sinks inside me further, his thumb pressing hard against my clit— “when you scream.”
His thumb should be immortalized. There should be a statue of it in some hall somewhere. I can’t escape the pressure of it, and it feels like it unlocks something inside me.
“Thiago.”
“Just. Like. That.” His voice is a whisper inside my head, conjuring memories and fantasies. “Maybe I’ll fuck you with my tongue instead. Would you like that, Vi? Right here.” His cock retreats, teasing at me, testing me. I can almost imagine his tongue doing this dance.
Another inch.
If he doesn’t fill me right now, I’m going to explode.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.”
Grasping my thighs, he drives into me with one smooth stroke. It’s enough to tip me over the edge and I do scream. I can barely handle it as he thrusts within me. Harder and faster. Pinning my wrists above my head, and then capturing my thigh and shoving it higher so he’s sinking so deep within me I can barely breathe.
“Thiago.” I moan again. Surely my body can’t handle this much pleasure.
“Vi.” He rests his forehead against mine, his thrusts slowing and the muscles in his throat cording. It’s beautiful to see his surrender. There’s no kindness in it. Indeed, it looks like pain as he throws his head back and gasps, flexing one more time.
But the peace that floods across his expression afterward….
I’ll remember that.
No matter what happens, I will always remember this moment.
Thiago slumps heavily against me, breathing hard as he withdraws. The slickness of his seed paints my thigh, and he traces his fingers through it as if the sensation of it gives him some sort of possessive pleasure.
I curl into his arms, resting my head on his shoulder. My dress is tangled around me. His trousers are still wrapped around one of his ankles. It makes me laugh, and Thiago lifts his head to try and see what amuses me.
“What?”
“You keep breaking your promises,” I tease. “You said tonight would be slow, but we could barely wait until we were undressed.”