Page 73 of Alessio

Like last night.

That memory swept in again.

She was wet again.

“Say yes,” he urged.

How could she not?

Temptation had ruined the world before.

And she was only a woman.

Ginevra stood no chance.

Her hands shook against the table when he set her on it, yet her next word same out clear, and sure. There would be no mistake about what she wanted. “Yes.”

She was grateful for the sturdiness of the table—its thick, long curved legs and strong, shiny top more than capable of handling their roughness.

Alessio closed all the distance between them in an instant. His mouth collided down on hers as his hand at her thigh slid higher up the leg of her shorts. The way he kissed her matched the way his fingers explored her. Soft strokes at first, his lips drifting over hers damningly the same way his fingers drifted over her bare pussy. Tentative at first, seeking. All it took was her moan, and the widening of her thighs as her lips parted for his kiss to deepen, and she found a whole new heaven.

There was something wicked about the way Alessio kissed her as two of his fingers slid into her clenching sex. His tongue curled around hers as his fingers twisted into her G-spot. At her jaw, his hand still keeping her head in place, so he watched her while he came up higher, and his thumb slipped into her mouth as he pulled back.

He watched her like that, too.

Sucking on his digit.

Riding his fingers.

Jesus Christ.

She would come fast.

It didn’t matter he wasn’t kissing her now, either. He cocked his head to the side, a sexy smirk curving the edges of his lips as he pulled his thumb from her mouth with a pop, and his hand slid down to her throat. Those fingertips of his drummed against her racing pulse as he spoke. “Right there, huh? Your pussy is holding onto my fingers so tight, Ginny? Fuck, are you gonna rain on me, sweetheart? Soak me?”

“Oh, my God,” she breathed.

“Come, and give me some of you, yeah? Let me suck you off my fingers before I see my cock stretch you out, Ginevra.”

Yeah.

That did it.

She came hard, a broken cry escaping her, and a rush of wetness pooling between her legs which she might have been embarrassed about with someone else, but not with this man. Alessio’s gaze dropped between their bodies, and his grin deepened salaciously, pride coloring up the throaty noise he made as his fingers slipped out of her pussy.

He liked that.

“Fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted to see,” he murmured. “You try.”

His hand came up fast, and unquestioningly, she opened her mouth to take the single finger he offered for her. Her heady flavor coated her tongue as she sucked herself from his digit, surprised at the tart undertones of her arousal.

She still trembled from that orgasm when he pulled his hand away to clean his other finger, the one still wet with only her, too. God. Nothing looked better than him enjoying the flavor of her.

Those next few seconds came like a blur. He moved fast, tugging her shorts down her legs so fast it stung her skin, not that she cared. Her hands worked at his jeans while his slipped under the cropped tank she wore to cup her breasts. Her gasp filled the hallway when his fingertips tweaked her hard nipples.

“Still yes?” she heard him ask.

“Still yes.”