Page 57 of Stolen Vows
His kisses are loud and lewd in the quiet of the tower’s bedroom, echoing off the ceiling.
I’m dizzy, trembling with acute awareness of every little thing. Each breath I take draws a certain amount of my focus, as if I’m specifically categorizing the moments so I’m able to recount them later.
My toes curl as a bolt of satisfaction shoots through my pussy, ebbing upward and outward, like jelly working its way through my limbs. Just as I start for the cliff he’s so good at pushing me over, I note the pointed absence of one of his hands.
Seconds later, just as I peel my eyes open, it’sthere—a bare, ungloved thumb brushes against my clit as Leo’s tongue flattens against my soaked flesh. He circles lightly, teasingly, and I find myself unable to look away from his gaze, even when the pressure increases.
He pulls back a little, but his thumb keeps the pressure on me. “How’s that?”
I nod again, unsure if I can do anything else. Before I’ve finished the movement, I feel the tip of a finger slipping inside, going as deep as possible. I inhale sharply, still not used to the invasion, even though this isn’t exactly new territory.
It was only a few hours ago that he made me climax in the ballroom while all those auction attendees sat, oblivious to the debauchery going on among them.
Or maybe they did know. Maybe they were watching, just like he said. Given the nature of the auction itself and the items up for bid, I wouldn't put it past them.
Stella Ricci’s virginity. Jesus, why did I think auctioning that off was a good idea? Even though Leo has me holed up here right now, I’m sure there will still be expectations once I’ve returned to the party. He’ll be fined for delaying the process, and the winning bidder will likely still want to collect.
My stomach churns at the thought of being stuck underneath some other man for any amount of time or sum of money.
“Shh,” he murmurs, adding another finger as I cry out. He meets my gaze, and my stomach tenses violently. “Just listen to how wet you are, baby. That’s all for me, isn’t it?”
“L-Leo…” I exhale, my body feeling like it’s being stretched in a million different ways.
He curls those fingers, stroking my inner muscles as he sucks my clit between his lips.
Shit.My face breaks out in pockets of excruciating heat, and I shift, trying to increase the friction, trying to get more, more,more…
“God damn it. Look at your cheeks,stellina. They’re bright fucking red, like you’re embarrassed to hear how soaked I make you.” He moans into me, and I think I might pass out. “That’s good, baby, I promise. Gonna feelsogoodwhen I slide my cock into your tight little hole in a minute.”
He swears again and again, switching to Italian and back, and then he’s moving faster, harder, his tongue flicking and tasting until I’m shoved over the edge into oblivion.
I come with a hoarse shout, my hands diving into his dark hair and pulling tight like the reins of a horse. I’m riding him, our eyes locked as I grind on his mouth. His frenzied gaze reflects the way my soul feels, and it’s several moments before I can even remember my name or what we’re doing here.
Slowly, he withdraws from me once I’ve relaxed my hold on him. He drags his lips against the inside of my thigh and then gently disentangles himself, placing both of my heels back on the floor as he pushes to his feet.
Panic seizes the logical parts of my brain as he begins to disrobe, shrugging out of his jacket and then undoing each button on his shirt without breaking eye contact. With my arousal and his saliva coating my pussy and thighs, I shouldn’t feel so completely out of my element, yet I can’t keep the sinking feeling from settling in as reality dawns.
I talk a good game, I guess, but I still don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
My thighs clench hard when he yanks at his tie, loosening it. I glance at his hands, trying to get a good look at the uncovered one, but he keeps his fist turned away, as if he knows exactly what I want to see.
Soon, he’s shirtless, that tie still knotted and hanging limp around his neck. He reaches for his belt buckle, and my arms shoot out, halting his movements.
Surprise riddles his handsome face. “Changing your mind?”
“No,” I rush out, my face on fire. “I’m just…”
Words fail me, and I deflate a little, letting my arms fall to my sides. Leo watches me silently for a beat, then works his jaw and steps forward, into me. He pulls off the remaining leather glove, and it falls to the floor with a dullwhooshbefore he grabs my wrist and presses my fingers to his belt.
“It’s okay to want this,” he says in a smooth voice. “To wantme. I can keep a secret,stellina.”
My chin lifts. I take several deep breaths and then swallow. Hard. Distantly, I can almost hear my parents berating me for indulging my carnal desires, but I ignore them and concentrate solely on the man before me.
The one I’ve yearned for longer than seven years, if I’m honest with myself.
“Okay,” I acquiesce.
“Say it.”
