Page 25 of Unlock My Heart

Kissing Fabien Calvani is altering my brain chemistry. For the better or the worse, that remains to be seen.

Minutes. Hours. Days. I lose track of how long we lay there exploring each other with our tongues.

His kisses become more wild, more dominating. Wet. Sloppy. Desperate tongue and teeth.

A whimpering, needy mess, I want Fabien Calvani to devour me whole.

He must be able to read my mind, because he rakes his teeth down my neck, nipping beneath my ear.

My body arches as he licks my frantic pulse. “Fabien.” I whimper.

A groan rumbles his chest. “Sienna, baby, you’ve got me so hard I might come before I get inside you.”

I shift to a seated position, and he watches with heavy eyes as I pull his hoodie over my head, tossing it to the floor. My breasts tighten as I move my hands to the waistband of his boxers, shimmying out of those. I’m so wet, it’s dripping down my thighs. I’m too turned on to worry whether that’s normal.

“Fuuuuuck.” He takes me in, his eyes dilated to where the blue no longer remains. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but thank you.” He holds his hands in a prayer position, and a nervous giggle escapes my lips.

Fabien shrugs out of his tee, and my breath hitches. Two tattoos adorn hard lines and olive skin. One on his right bicep in another language, La famiglia prima di tutto. The other, a melting ice cube and pick over his right pectoral.

A question about them is on the tip of my tongue, but I’m distracted when he removes his sweats and boxers.

Holy shit.

My wide eyes take in his massive erect penis. I look at it, and down between my legs, and back at it. Physically, I don’t see how this math maths.

Fabien’s large hand splays between my breasts, pushing me back down as he hovers over me. “It’ll fit.” He flashes a cocky grin.

He dips his head, his tongue flicking my pebbled nipple, and I moan. My hands find his hair, and I run my nails along his scalp as he laps at my nipple. “Please,” I beg, the ache between my legs becoming nearly unbearable. It’s a burning sensation I’ve never felt before.

For it is better to marry than burn.

Good ole religious shame is trying to creep its way in, but I immediately shut it down. Those backwards beliefs about sex were never mine, and I’m not going to let anything ruin this moment.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Fabien says, watching me intently.

“Don’t stop,” I beg.

In no hurry, he smiles as he moves his attention to my other nipple, massaging my free breast with his hand. “These are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. They’ll look even prettier when they’re covered in my cum.”

“Oh, God.” His touch, coupled with his filthy words, causes my entire body to shudder.

With a smile, he dips his tongue lower, tracing around my belly button as my stomach goes hollow. “Fabien,” he corrects me. “You pray to me now.”

“Blasphemy,” I breathe.

“Nah, baby, that’s gospel.”

Gripping my legs, he dips his head lower, lapping the desire running down my inner thigh. My entire body shudders violently.

His tongue darts over, swiping my clit.

“Oh Go⁠—”

That rewards my clit with a little nip of his teeth.

“Fabien,” I yelp.

“That’s right,” he praises, and fire spreads in my veins. “Now let’s get this beautiful pussy ready for my cock.”