My mind finally activated, rising from the long period of hibernation, breaking through the ice crystals that had formed around my brain. There was no denying this was my dark stranger, the same man who’d taunted me for weeks, tempting me with the darker side of sin.
When he slowly dropped to his knees, I let out a strangled moan, flailing one hand against the wall as I peered down. His expression was dark, ripped with the same dangerous cravings I’d longed for. He shoved my skirt above my thighs, tugging my thong aside then opening my legs. The growl he issued filtered into my ears, another wave of electricity creating a white-hot sear along every inch of skin where he’d touched me.
I wasn’t expecting such an infusion of sensations from the first swipe of his tongue. I laughed nervously, blinking several times in some crazy effort to focus. He kept his fingers wrapped around my thighs as he swirled his tongue around my clit. I’d never been so wet, heat sweeping up and down the length of my body. I finally closed my eyes, realizing I would slide to the floor if he wasn’t holding me.
He took his time, flicking his tongue back and forth across my clit then sucking on the already tender tissue. I lolled my head to the side, taking shallow breaths as he licked all the way down my pussy. Time seemed to stand still, the guttural noises he was making floating around us.
I couldn’t seem to stop shaking as his actions became more powerful, dragging his tongue up and down until I was over-sensitized.
“Oh, my…” I breathed, no longer recognizing my voice.
Those two little words encouraged him and within seconds, he thrust his tongue into my tight channel, lapping my cream. The moment he rolled his thumb across my clit, I thought for certain I was going to erupt in an intense orgasm, but his mouth and tongue were masterful implements. He pulled back, refusing to allow me satisfaction so soon.
Every sound he made pushed me into a dull sense of reality. I no longer cared that he was a stranger, his feast the intimate experience I’d yearned for. I thought about the unlocked door, the fact anyone could enter, watching the gorgeous man have his way with me. While a flush of embarrassment crested along my jaw, there was no way I could or would stop the filthy act.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he shoved two fingers inside, flexing them open as my muscles clamped around them. I was lost in the bliss, bucking against his hold as he drove his tongue deeper inside. He brought me so close to an orgasm three times before pulling away, using the same fingers to smack my pussy lips. The combination of pain and pleasure was almost too much, pushing me toward a heightened plateau.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
He repeated the same move three times, driving me to the point of utter madness. Panting, I tossed my head back and forth, unable to stop several moans from escaping. How could any man know exactly what I needed so quickly? I licked my lips, staring down at him, studying his work as he continued his feast. Dear God, nothing had ever felt this good.
Alessandro pulled his head away with another throaty growl before making a single command. “You will come when I tell you. If you disobey me, you will be punished.”
I half laughed, his deep baritone keeping me on edge. “Yes, sir.” The words left my mouth so easily, as if I’d surrendered to him. This was crazy, but oh-so powerful.
As he resumed his task, I pressed my head against the wall, jutting my hips forward and opening my legs even wider. An orgasm was right there, my body spasming from the intensity of need. “Please. Oh, please.”
He ignored me for what seemed like ten minutes, taking his time to enjoy his prize. After he rolled his lips against my thigh, he blew across my heated pussy. “Come for me. Come.”
“I…”
“I said. Come!”
As he thrust his tongue and fingers deep inside, there was no possibility of holding back. The climax was so explosive, I couldn’t hold back a scream.
“Yes!”
Obviously pleased with my response, he continued licking and sucking, drinking every drop of my cream as one orgasm rushed into a tidal wave. I gasped, no longer able to catch my breath, tugging at his hair with one hand as I smacked the wall with the other. Stars floated in front of my eyes, all in vibrant colors. I’d never had such an explosive orgasm in my life.
He continued to hold me, licking vigorously for another full minute, maybe longer. Only when I stopped shaking did he ease my panties into place, lowering my skirt before standing.
My eyes must have reflected the final acceptance of who he was because his glimmered from the darkest places inside his soul. “That was only a taste. Perhaps you’d enjoy another at a later time.” As he slid his slickened fingers into his mouth, I held my breath, mesmerized as he sucked the juices from each one, taking his time while doing it.
Then he backed away, his upper lip curling, disappearing from sight seconds later.
I took a ragged breath, sliding halfway down the wall, uncertain my legs would hold my weight for very long. By the time I walked into the main room, he was gone.
And instead of relief, I felt a strange sense of sadness.
CHAPTER7
Sierra
I’d never been the kind of woman to stay in a fog, but that’s how I felt, a thick, sticky haze that kept my movements slow and my mind remaining in a vacuum. There was no reason that the touch of Alessandro’s fingers, the use of his tongue should have enthralled me to the level they had. None. He was a man and nothing special, at least that’s what I continued to tell myself. Only it wasn’t true.
Alessandro was like a lion, a proud savage who enjoyed hunting his prey like humans did when partaking in slaughtering a wild animal. Even in his expensive Armani suit and crisp white shirt, there was no mistaking the king of the jungle or ignoring his primal needs.
I’d seen the look of hunger in his eyes, an unabashed fervent need that bordered on obsession. For those few incredible moments being in his arms, I’d felt like his lioness, a possession he could fondle and fuck at will.