Page 11 of Lilies and Lies

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“Wow,” she breathes out. Her eyes snap to mine and narrow. “You picked this out? For me?”

I bark out a laugh and then undress as I speak to her. Her curious, intelligent eyes track my every movement. Only when I’m standing in front of her in my black boxer briefs, do I answer her. “Of course, I picked it out and only for you.”

I crawl over her body, bracing myself above her, our chests almost touching. I can feel the heat of her, and I swear I can feel the softness of her skin skimming against my own. She’s so fucking close. The lust in her eyes when she arches her back to close the distance between us has my dick leaking as I glide my hand around her back to undo her bra.

When I pull the bra from her body with a grunt and stare down at her perfect tits, I clench my jaw against my own arousal. I’m going to fuck her hard and fast this time, finally letting out the pent up need I’ve had for her since I first saw her, but then I’ll worship her.

I kiss the hollow of her neck and along her collarbone, my words a murmur against her skin, “I bought that ring for you after I met you the first time,Gattina.”

She gasps as I kiss and nip down her chest before sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth. When I feel her legs wrap around my waist, pressing her pretty cunt against me, I smile against her skin. She wants me, no matter how much she tries to deny it. This is when she’s raw and unfiltered; this is the truth.

“I can’t wait to get inside of your tight pussy,” I whisper against her skin as I move to her other breast to give it the same attention. The way she grinds against my trapped cock tells me everything I need to know. “Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth before reaching down and shredding her lace panties with one of my hands.

Tatters. That’s what is left of the gold lace. It’s what is going to be left of her resolve when I’m done with her too. And her preconceived notions about what this is between us. It’s so much more than a business transaction or an opportunity for me to exploit. She just doesn’t need to know how much more.

Not ever.

“Constantino,” she moans, her toes hooking into the waist band of my boxers and pushing them down over my ass. She gasps, “Please.”

I grin against her skin as I reach down and help her out, taking away the last of what is between us. As much as I want to plow into her hard, I hold back. I use the tip of one of my fingers to barely touch her slit and groan.

“You’re dripping for me, Lily.”

Even as her cheeks pink, she gives me a naughty as fuck smile which has my cock throbbing against her thigh. When her hands come up and her fingers plunge into my hair as she pulls me down to her lips, I lose the last shred of control I was valiantly trying to hold onto.

She murmurs against my lips, “You should put a condom on.”

I barely hear her over the rushing of blood through my veins, the need to conquer, the need to own. I meet her eyes and I know she sees there exactly what I think about that suggestion. I shake my head firmly, pull my hips back and then fill her in one thrust which has her arching her back and moaning.

The pace I set is slow at first, but with every movement of my hips, I go faster and harder, like a wave gaining speed, one which won’t stop until it crests and crashes against a shore.She makes me feel wild and unhinged. I’m unsure if I’ll ever be able to get myself back under control when it comes to this woman.

Now, buried inside her, so tight and so fucking hot, I know what heaven is. I know the purpose of all the sacrifices I’ve made. I know why I’ve been bathed in blood more times than I’d would like to admit.

It’s her. It’s all for her. I would do it all again. I would sell my soul, piece by fucking piece, for this moment all over again.

As her moans start to get louder, the lyric quality of her voice breaking into something husky and raw, I growl, “There is no fucking way I’m ever putting anything between us,Gattina. Not tonight. Not tomorrow.” I snarl, “Never.”

Her eyes are wide and a little wild, like there is a feral thing which lives inside of her and is desperate to be uncaged. It rattles. It bucks. It grows.

She’s so close. I can feel it and I’m right there with her. Needing to fill her with my cum is like a fucking mantra in my head. I pull almost all the way out of her and then slam home again. Over and over. Needing to mark her down to her soul so she knows she’s mine.

My balls draw up and I clench my body, needing her to go over before me. Needing her pussy to clamp down first. Her pleasure is going to be my undoing and my redemption.

She arches her body and screams out my name as her nails score down my back and that wild thing breaks free. I can see it in her eyes at the same time her pussy clenches and ripples, pulling me right over the edge with her.

I slam my lips down on hers, tasting her, swallowing her pleasure and giving her my own back in return. A cycle. A loop. Unending. Infinite.

“You’re mine,” I growl against her lips.

“I’m yours,” she whispers it so quietly, I almost don’t hear her, but I feel it.

I pull back and look down at her, taking in the flush of pleasure on her skin and the sparkle in her eyes. The untamed part of her is still there, waiting and watching. I want to see it grow because I know it will make her more, make her everything she needs to be in order to survive the world we’re in.

I pepper her face with kisses and tell her between them, “You have one month to plan the wedding. Money is of no consequence to get things done the way you want them. Daisy, my sister, will be more than happy to help you.”

She glances at her hand my shoulder, the same hand where my ring rests. I can feel the weight of it against me; I love it. I’m still buried inside of her, my heart clenching painfully, worried for a moment if she’s going to dig her heels in, if she’s going to try and fight me on this.

I can barely give her a month. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for this, for her.

She gives one nod, her eyes softening and the feral part of her retreating back to be called upon again another day, “Okay, Constantino.”

I kiss her hard, sealing her promise. I’ll bind her to me in as many ways as I can. I won’t be letting her go. I can’t.


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