9. Basilio
Basilio
T he most platonic thing I had ever done with a woman.
My body came to life unlike ever before. The scent of her seeped through my skin and into my lungs. The second she parted her lips and my tongue stroked her full bottom lip, she surrendered to me without a second thought. That alone set my desire into a raging fire.
She tasted like honey and snow flurries. The oddest fucking combination, but I loved it. She tasted right. Like my perfection.
My kiss turned more demanding. And fuck it, she didn’t seem to mind. Her body pressed harder against mine. I had no fucking clue when my hands traveled down her body but my fingers gripped her ass. Tightly, needing every inch of her.
I wanted to lay my claim on her. Never let her go.
It was that very moment I realized if there was anything in this world that could weaken me, it was her . I’d sacrifice everything and everyone for her. To keep her with me.
I’d never let her go.
My kiss turned harder with that self-revelation. I wanted her to feel the same spell I fell under. For her to hold on to me like I was her everything. For her never to leave.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, something in me reset.
Letting go of her ass, I brought up my one hand and pushed it into her golden curls and gripped her mane gently. Another moan.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
Her eyes fluttered open. The golden halo of her hair made her appear like an angel. Like she was born just for me. To be mine.
“Now you’re mine,” I murmured against her mouth, her soft breaths fanning my mouth.
She remained silent, watching me. No confirmation. No denial.
I took her chin between my fingers. Gently but firmly. My heart pounded in my chest, worried she’d deny me. She was young. Not part of the Syndicate or underworld. I refused to lose her before I tied her to me.
“Wynter, I’m not the sharing type,” I growled, letting a hint of my darkness seep into my words.
Still no fear entered her eyes. Her lips actually curved into a smile and she lifted on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against mine.
“Good. Neither am I,” she said, surprising me. “I’ll be yours for as long as you’re mine.”
Her eyes shone with promises and a future that would be happier with her beside me.
“Yours,” I vowed.
“Yours,” she repeated my vow in her soft voice and goddamn it if it didn’t feel like vows spoken before God.
I crashed my lips into hers and our tongues collided.
I wanted to consume her, taste every inch of her mouth and her body.
The way she responded to me was addictive.
It had me worked up more than I’d ever been.
Her body melted into me and her hands fisted my shirt as if she couldn’t get me close enough.
I moved my mouth down her jaw, over the soft skin below her ear.
Her hips ground against me, her moves jerky and unpracticed. And it was the most erotic sight.
“Bas,” she moaned, pink tainting her cheeks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasped, nipping her neck. I hoped it left marks for the world to see. I kept sucking on the soft skin of her neck as my hand slipped between her thighs.
“Ohhh.”
I never thought such a soft, needy whimper by a woman could get me so goddamn hard. I pressed my fingers to her core, the only thing separating me from her pussy was the thin material of her panties. And she was soaked.
She rocked her hips, grinding herself against my hand. “Oh my God,” she breathed.
“Not God, principessa,” I growled, jealous that she’d call out to him and not me. “Say my name when you come,” I demanded, tightening my grip on her hair and tilting her face up so she’d watch me. So she’d know who brings her pleasure.
Her emerald eyes darkened, her gaze locked on mine and a sense of satisfaction filled me. Her gaze grew heavy as I increased pressure against her clit, through the damp material. Her pink lips parted. As we stared at each other, her hips ground against my hand harder and faster.
I growled watching her, not willing to miss the flicker of a single emotion across her face.
“Want to come?”
Wynter’s eyes dropped to my lips as her tongue swept across her lower lip.
She nodded and I kissed her again while my other hand still rested between her thighs.
I pushed her panties aside and slid my finger over her clit and she started to tremble, her breathing ragged.
I stroked my fingers over her folds and then slid a finger inside.
She was so fucking tight and I couldn’t help but imagine how she’d feel as I thrust into her. I thought I’d fucking blow a load in my pants right here and now. Her insides greedily clenched around my fingers as she moaned softly into my mouth.
It was like corrupting an angel, yet I felt no guilt. I guided her gently back, until her legs hit the front of my Lamborghini. Sitting her down on the hood of my car, I half bent over her. And all the while, my fingers rubbed her clit and my tongue teased hers.
I felt her body shiver underneath mine, her hips raised to rub against me. God, she was so responsive. So fucking beautiful.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my muscles as she quivered underneath me.
“Bas,” she moaned, needy. “ Bas. Bas. Bas. ”
Her body rocked against my hand and I could taste her orgasm almost as if it was my own. I could smell her arousal, sweet and delicious. Her juices drenched my fingers and I refused to let up. Sliding my finger in and out of her slickness, she writhed under me.
“Look at me,” I ordered and she opened her eyes to watch me through heavy lids.
She was close. Her beautiful face was so expressive as I guided her closer and closer to her orgasm. Her first one with me, but definitely not the last one. I’d own all of them from this day forward.
I was so fucking hard, but blue balls would be worth seeing her unravel for me. Shudders rolled down her body and she panted, her moans increasing in volume. Sliding in and out of her folds, while keeping one finger pressed against her clit, I rubbed it faster and thrust my fingers harder.
Her hands tightened around me and I loved how she needed me.
She came hard, her body shivering, her pussy convulsing around my fingers, and my name on her lips. She buried her head in the crook of my neck and peace washed over me.
For the first time in my life, I actually tasted the light.