I won’t crumble under his strength, his power.
“No one owns me,” I say, staring up at him, challenging him. There’s no anger or resentment. No hostility, except that he’s stronger than I am, and I’m fighting for control sexually.
He leans down and playfully bites on my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth.
Does he realize how easily he can make a girl shudder?
My breathing comes out labored as I rock my hips against his. His knee offers friction between my thighs, the dress awkwardly placed with the back still half-unzipped, and the skirt hiked up to my knees.
“Not yet,Tesorina,” he whispers and grins down at me, pleased with himself.
“Please.” I sound needy, breathless, and my desire is fueled by the fact it’s been too long since I’ve had a man in my bed.
My body pulses and trembles as he grinds against my hips, a knowing smile at the satisfaction of what he can do.
“I want to see you come,” Antonio breathes.
His words are my undoing.
My toes curl, and my insides clench down, wanting to feel him inside of me. Fully clothed, I shudder and spasm, my body taking over, finding release as I arch my back into him.
He holds me tight, and I’m unable to deny the physical attraction, the desire ebbing and flowing through me. Not that I’d want to, either.
I want this with Antonio.
I want him.
My heart races as my body finally settles down. He lifts off me long enough to help remove the dress, shedding me of the unwanted gown but leaving my panties on.
Antonio kisses along my stomach, inhaling my scent as his nose grazes over my panties. “You’re soaking wet for me,” he whispers with a knowing smirk.
“Pleased with yourself?”
“I consider it an accomplishment, making a beautiful woman come in my arms, with her clothes still on,” Antonio says.
My cheeks flame.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he says and scoots off me long enough to shuck his clothes to the floor with my gown. “Although I should suggest that we wait until our wedding night.”
I groan at the mention of us getting married. I’m sick and tired of discussing weddings. Why do I have to tie myself to anyone for the rest of my life?
“You’re cruel,” I seethe. Is he playing games, trying to rile me up again? Because it’s working.
There’s a knowing glint in his eyes. “Why? You already had your first orgasm of the night,” Antonio says. “If anything, I’d be halting my pleasure. But I get it. You want more of me.”
“I want every inch of you,” I whisper, staring up into his darkened gaze.
“Where do you want it?” Antonio asks. He leans in, and his tongue traces over my top lip, not giving in quite yet. It takes everything in me not to come undone, just feeling him tease me, his body above mine.
I whimper in protest. This man will be the death of me.
“You’re killing me,” I moan, pulling him closer and tighter, wanting to feel his cock inside of me.
He smiles down at me, dropping soft, feather-light kisses against my lips. “You’re exaggerating.”
“I never thought you’d be such a fucking tease,” I grumble.
His lips shut, but a smirk adorns his face. “And you like it,” he whispers down at me. “Your body doesn’t lie.”