“I’m in love with you, too,” I admit, and Donatello makes this small, vulnerable noise that lasts less than a second before he kisses me. Every swipe of his tongue over mine is both demanding and pleading.
He wants me, and he wants me to have him. It’s beautiful and painful, and I want his delicious smell all over me. Breaking the kiss, I brush my lips across his jaw before I latch onto his neck, licking at the rapid pulse, sucking on the skin. His hold on my hair tightens, and his hips move against mine.
I need him as bad as air. Reaching down, I undo his pants. Donatello pulls back, my lips popping from his neck, and he gets to his knees. I watch with detached curiosity, not understanding why the hell isn’t his cock out already.
He goes for my leggings, tugging them down in one swift move. My panties follow and my ass touches the cold surface of the mirror behind me. Donatello tugs the left leg of the pants down and around my ankle, then lifts my leg until my knee rests over his shoulder.
“Let me adore you,inamorata,” he says, his accent growing heavy for a moment. “Let me show you what I feel.”
His breath against my slick lips makes me shiver. Donatello pries my pussy open for him, spreading my legs with his strong hands. He does admire me, gaping at my girl parts longer than comfortable. As I’m about to ask him to dosomething else, he buries his face between my legs and laps at my clit.
The man is good, it’s undeniable. No matter how hard I dodge thinking of his past lovers, it’s beyond doubt they gave him good experience. Donatello gives long, explorative laps first, then when my juices run freely from inside me, he takes to circling my clit and sucking it. He takes turns, changing the rhythm as I move my hips. As if he has a manual of me, as if he knows exactly what to do and when.
He brings me higher, pleasure coiling inside me. My nipples tighten, and every inch of my skin feels electrified. I grip his hair with a hand, the other spread on the glass, keeping my balance. I climb towards ecstasy, moving against him, seeking that explosion.
He pulls back slightly, a finger teasing at my entrance. “Open your eyes.”
I do. The reflection right in front of me makes me blush. My hair is a mess, my chest heaving with desperate gasps. Donatello kneeling between my legs is the beautiful part, but my face is pure, unbridled lust.
“See what I see,” he murmurs, slow laps at my clit as he inserts a finger inside me, crooking it the right way. “Admire what I admire.”
“I don’t —” All I see is a girl with a flushed face, and it makes me embarrassed. Isn’t this ridiculous? Too slutty?
Donatello sucks hard on my clit, and my hips fly off the wall, pumping against his face. He pulls back again. “You’re beautiful,inamorata. Absolutely beautiful when you look like this.”
And as he resumes his sucking and teasing and prodding, I see what he sees. My eyes never sparkle like this, and my lips are abused and full. Sexy. Shit, I look sexy. Even with the flustered cheeks and the messy hair, I look good. I look like I enjoy life.
Donatello sucks hard again, demanding my attention, and his finger finds my G-spot deep inside me. Everything crashes together. A huge orgasm shakes me to my core, making me cry out. My body locks, only my hips moving, pumping, seeking more. Donatello doesn’t stop, forcing a second and a third orgasm out of me. My brain goes foggy. Pleasure blinds me. I come undone.
With slow pumps of his fingers, Donatello kisses my inner thigh as he waits for me to come down. My knees quiver then I lose my balance. He’s fast, reaching out to hold me against his body. He doesn’t let me fall, instead cradling me to his chest. I breathe against his neck, delighted on his smell, every muscle trembling with aftershocks.
“Do you get it?” he whispers against my temple.
“I think I do.”
He helps me up and into my pants. I reach out for his cock, but he steps away. With a knowing smirk to his face, he takes my hand and guides me back into the museum. He takes some minutes, but finds what he’s looking for. A huge dresser, several drawers crowned with small tags. Donatello pulls one open and picks something up from the insides.
He turns back to me with that smirk and a bundle of rope in a hand. I arch an eyebrow, but he just leans in and kisses me. “Come. Giulia wanted to talk to everybody.”
CHAPTER15
DONATELLO
Taking the seat in front of Apollo, I grip Cassandra around her hips and don’t let her sit next to me. She shoots me a doubtful glance, but lets me bring her body closer, until she sits on my lap. Her face betrays surprise, but I cross my arms around her hips and keep her in place.
Apollo bares his teeth, and the corner of his eye twitches, but he says nothing else. Good for him, because I already had an explanation on the tip of my tongue. After eating her out in the museum number thirteen, I can only think of taking her. My cock will not go down while I don’t find release. Since we have a meeting now, there’s only one way to hide it.
Cassandra shoots me a look that is both parts amused and heated, but she turns to Giulia the moment the witch walks in. Trevor and Alicia tag along, stopping at each of her sides when she takes the head of the table. A sobriety I haven’t felt in forever takes the place.
“Trevor pinpointed the location of the books,” Giulia says, her lips stretching into a proud smile. “He used the car’s GPS to counter-engineer it.”
Cassandra leans forward. “Thanks, Trevor. That will be of immense help.”
“I know,” Trevor replies, arching an eyebrow. “And I’m not doing this for you. For any of you. It’s an exchange. We help you into the place. You come back with the books.”
Giulia waves him off. “But we’re also doing that to help.”
“We are not,” Trevor insists.