Page 9 of Accidental Alliance

Dim light spills across hardwood floors and the few pieces of furniture I’ve bothered to furnish the space with. She steps inside and turns slightly, taking it in.

For one absurd second, I wonder what she sees when she looks around.

Not just at the apartment, but at the part of me that this exposes.

As soon as the door closes behind us, whatever little restraint I had left snaps.

I move before thought can interfere, pulling her to me again and kissing her harder this time.

She meets me with equal fire, her hands shoving my jacket off my shoulders, fingers working at the buttons of my shirt.

I back her toward the bedroom, lifting her easily when we reach the threshold of it. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and I groan at the searing heat of her core pressed right against the thick bulge straining in my pants.

We tumble onto the only piece of furniture in the room, a massive king-sized bed, in a tangle of limbs and desperate touches.

Her dress rides up around her hips, one delicate shoulder strap slipping down to reveal the soft swell of her breast and those faint freckles that dust her light olive skin.

They trail lower, disappearing beneath black lace, and I lose my mind at the sight of them.

I kiss every single one I can reach, slow, open-mouthed kisses that turn into bites and sucks, marking her as mine.

Mine.

After fucking weeks of stolen glances and subtle teasing that I had convinced myself I’d been reading into, she’s finally underneath me where she belongs.

“Elio…” She breathes out my name, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me hiss.

I strip her slowly despite the inferno raging in my veins. I want to savor this, memorize every inch I’ve been stupid enough to deny myself of touching and tasting.

Her dress pools on the floor when I finally strip her of it and her lace bra—fuck, the same black set that has haunted me since I caught a glimpse of it—comes into full view.

I peel it away reverently, groaning at the sight of her perfect breasts, nipples already tight and begging for my mouth on them.

“Do you have any idea,” I rasp, cupping one in my hand, squeezing with just enough pressure to make her back arch off the mattress, “what you do to me?”

She moans in response.

I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the sensitive peak while my thumb teases the other.

Isabella moans again, the sound making my cock throb painfully. Her hands fist tighter in my hair, holding me to her as I devour her like a starving man.

I move lower, kissing down the delicate trail of freckles across her ribs and stomach until I reach the edge of her lace panties.

I hook my fingers in the waistband and drag them down her legs, leaving her completely bare beneath me.

For a moment I just stare, drinking her in. Her pussy is glistening, so fucking wet for me, it makes my mouth water.

“Such a pretty thing you are,” I murmur.

I spread her thighs wide and settle between them, dragging my tongue slowly up her slit. Isabella cries out, her hips jerking against my mouth to grind against it. I growl and pin her down with one forearm across her lower belly, then feast on her like she’s the last meal I’ll ever have.

Long, deep licks quickly move to swirling around her swollen clit. I take two fingers to circle them around her dripping hole before sliding them both inside her, curling them until her entire body jerks again.

I want to savor her.

I want to ruin her for anyone else.

I pump my fingers in a steady, punishing rhythm while my tongue works her clit without mercy.