22
Rafael
Isa sat at my side, smiling politely with an easy grace that spoke of the confidence she’d grown. If she could go toe to toe with the devil himself and not back down in fear, the roomful of people were nothing to her. At some point between having my mouth on her pussy, coaxing her to the precipice of an orgasm, and the time we’d settled down at our table along the edge of the room, she’d realized just how little she cared what they thought about her.
I leaned over, slipping my hand beneath the higher part of her dress beneath the table until I found the damp fabric of her panties clinging to her pretty pussy. My thumb stroked over it, nudging her clit gently. She jolted, turning an incredulous stare my way but keeping the smile on her face as she glared daggers at me.
Touching my lips to her neck briefly, I murmured against her skin. “You’re stunning like this.”
“Like what?” she asked, dropping her voice to a soft whisper to prevent the eavesdroppers watching our interaction with interest. Always watching, studying for weaknesses they wouldn’t find.
We were each other’s only weakness, us and the baby still growing within Isa.
I pressed harder at her clit, circling it more firmly and watching as her pupils dilated. “Mi reina.Standing next to me,mine, and belonging the way I always knew you would,” I said, touching my lips to her throat when she tipped her head back to smile at someone who passed. Her smile proved to be enough of a distraction that the man didn’t have a clue what I did beneath the table, working her up to that orgasm I’d denied her before.
That I would continue to deny her until I was balls deep inside her.
“I want to fuck you,” I growled, pulling my hand away as her mouth tightened into a pout. I stood, holding out a hand and waiting for her to take it so I could guide her out to the floor where a few others had already begun slow dancing to the soft melody playing over the speakers. I guided her, touching a hand to her hip and tucking her into my chest tightly.
The feeling of her stomach against me felt as if I would never grow tired of it, as if I would be consumed by the need to keep her barefoot and pregnant for eternity.
Isa and I hadn’t danced since that first night she met me in Ibiza, but she let me take the lead and guide her through the more refined movements that were entirely unfamiliar to her. “I’m glad I met you in the moonlight,” she murmured, clearly having the same line of thoughts I had.
My hands clenched around her waist, my chin resting against her head. For the moment, I couldn’t even be bothered to care that people in my world knew how much she meant to me. Let them know.
Because they had to know how slowly I would kill them if they so much as looked at her wrong, as well. My love for her was a double-sided coin, threatening to tear me open if I ever lost her, but giving me the strength to be a strong man—a better man—in whatever ways were possible for me.
The devil would never be good, but formi reinaI could be the best version of myself, and that would have to be enough.
“It wouldn’t have stopped me if you hadn’t,” I said, giving her the words that she had to know were true.Nothingwould have ever stopped me from making her mine.
Her eyes gleamed as she lifted her head from my chest to look up at me, leaning onto her toes to touch her lips to mine softly. No longer did the knowledge of my obsession scare her.
Isa had long since stepped into the darkness with me, making her home in the night I claimed as my own.
“Will they ever stop whispering?” she asked, chuckling under her breath when she pulled away.
“Probably not,” I admitted.
“How wonderful,” she muttered, making me laugh in response. With the evening coming to a close, all I wanted to do was take her upstairs and finally sink inside her.
So I decided to say fuck the event and do just that.
* * *
Ishoved open the door to our suite, kicking it closed behind me as Isa wound her body around me. Her mouth danced over mine, an erotic tangle of limbs and mouths andeverything. Those deft fingers of hers worked open the button of my tux jacket, tearing the bowtie from my neck so sharply that I thought she might take my throat with it.
The red painted nails on her fingers scraped against my flesh as she worked open the buttons of my shirt. Reaching for her panties, I shoved the fabric of her dress out of my way until my fingers touched the waistband.
She wrenched her mouth from mine, swatting my hands away with a firm shake of her head. “No,” she mumbled, working the buttons of my shirt open until my chest was bared to the dim lighting shining in through the floor to ceiling window at the back of the suite.
“The longer it takes me to get inside you—” I paused, leaning forward to sink my teeth into her bottom lip as she ran her fingers over the name carved into my chest. Her nails dug into the surrounding flesh, dragging over my chest and going for my belt buckle at my pants while I shrugged off my shirt and jacket. “The harder I’ll fuck you.”
“I’m counting on it,” she said, giving me a saucy grin as she tore open my pants and wrapped her hand around my length. She dropped to her knees in front of me, covering my head with her mouth and enveloping me in the wet heat. With her lipstick already smudged from my assault when we’d reached the suite door, she looked like the desperate, needy woman I drove to the edge of her sanity.
The memory of her back against the Dali hanging in the stairwell, the precious art serving as the background for her ecstasy, threatened to be my undoing. Her hand and mouth worked me in tandem, pulling me closer and closer to the edge with each harsh suck of her stained red lips wrapped around me.
Yanking her to her feet, I spun her harshly and unzipped the dress that hid her from my view. My own pants fell down, tangling around my ankles as we moved toward the bed. Her dress fell into a puddle on the floor as I kicked off my shoes and pants, cracking my palm against the globe of her ass and watching as she reached up and unclasped her bra and freed her breasts.