Chapter 16 Arabelle
Arabelle
I’m floating.
As warmth floods my entire system, my body feels weightless, like it’s freely moving through the air.
This kiss is unlike any I’ve ever experienced, leaving me breathless and craving more.
I’ve never been kissed so passionately to where it feels like nothing else in the world matters, including the danger he’s put me in.
This is the exact feeling I was looking for when Dale kissed me.
The kind of kiss that has your toes curling in your shoes and butterflies erupting in your stomach.
Arousal surges through me as I rise onto my tiptoes, my fingers entwined in his smooth, silky hair, yearning to bring him closer.
The heat of desire consumes me, its flames licking at my skin with an insatiable intensity I’ve never experienced before. It’s like the world has stopped around me, and I’m doused in nothing but an intense craving for this man. A man I know nothing about.
I moan into his mouth, desperately trying to deepen our kiss, but he maintains complete control.
Oh my god. What the hell am I doing?
He just confessed that I’m a target for his enemies, and all I can think about is how soft his lips feel against mine. How magnificent his hand feels squeezing my throat, his cock brushing against me.
I’m going crazy!
“Relax, Beauty.” His breath tickles the space just above my lips. “You’re thinking too much. Let go. It’s only about what you feel.”
Let go.
It’s so easy for him to say. I’ve been thrust into some mob shit because my father sold me to a mobster, and he wants me to just let go.
How the hell am I supposed to do that? How am I just going to let go and feel when I’m in danger?
“Just get out of your head and stay in the moment,” he says, like he hears the conversation I’m having with myself. “It’s just you and me, Beauty.”
His nose glides along my neck, leaving a trail of soft, tender kisses in its wake, causing more arousal to pool between my thighs. “Florian…”
“I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times.” The pressure on my throat intensifies, and my mouth parts in response. “I’ve dreamed of tasting your beautiful skin and your sweet pussy. I’ve dreamed about how you’ll feel with my cock deep inside you. Will you scream my name or God’s?”
“Oh my…”
An insatiable need of wanting him deep inside me surges through my body. I dig my nails into his arms, relishing the sensation of his muscles tensing beneath my touch. He traces his tongue along the curve of my breast, then glides up my neck, sending delicious shivers down my spine.
“I want to fuck you, Beauty,” he whispers in my ear. “But I don’t think you’re ready for that right now.”
No. No. No. My mind screams, I’m ready, but my voice won’t say the words. So, I pull away, shooting him a glare that only does the opposite of what I want him to do. He chuckles.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t make you come, love, just not with my cock. Not until we’re married. So, I’ll let you choose. Do you want my tongue, or do you want my fingers?” he asks.
“I…”
His smile turns wicked. “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “Either way, you’ll come with my name on your lips. I promise.”
“You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
It’s the only thing I can come up with to tamp down some of my desire for him. The man has me so full of lust right now, I can’t even make a decision.
“Why don’t you strip while you decide,” he says, not responding to my question.
However, the wicked gleam in his eyes makes me think he doesn’t have to respond because he’s getting ready to show me. I’m not sure I’m completely ready for it.
“Or would you like help with that?”
I’m ready.
Without hesitation, I spin away from him, hastily gathering my hair off my neck, granting him access to unzip my dress.
I brace myself against the wall when he pushes me against it.
Despite the roughness of his touch against my skin, a delicious shiver runs through me as his calloused fingers delicately dance across my body.
As the wetness increases between my legs, I release a breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and desire.
How long has it been since I’ve felt the touch of another person?
His hand moves slowly, pulling the zipper of my dress down my back, inch by inch, until it rests just above my ass.
With both hands, he gently pushes the top of the dress off my shoulders, his fingers grazing my overly sensitive bare skin.
I close my eyes, savoring the warmth and gentleness of his touch.
“You are so beautiful.” His lips brush the curve of my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that gradually descend to my bare shoulder as my dress pools at my feet. “I’ve imagined this moment with you so many times.”
From behind, he firmly grabs one of my breasts, caressing and teasing my erect nipple with his fingers.
“How wet are you, Beauty?”
As another rush of desire soaks through my already drenched lace panties, I moan.
“Why do you call me that?”
His tongue lightly traces up the column of my neck, sending another shiver coursing through me. A mix of pleasure and pain consumes me as he teases and pinches my nipple and firmly holds onto my hip with his other hand.
“Don’t answer my question with one of your own, my love.”
My love.
I don’t know how to explain it, but I love that he called me that. It just feels right. Everything feels right.
The sound of my panties ripping fills the safe room. From behind, with his arm wrapped around me, he tightly holds my neck, his warm breath tickling the shell of my ear as his other hand sensually moves toward my core.
“I call you Beauty because you are. I call you Beauty because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I call you Beauty because I’m your Beast.”
I am overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of possessiveness unfurling inside me.
He’s mine.
“Now, how wet are you?” he asks again, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Very,” I whisper.
With a groan, he forcefully turns me around and positions himself in front of me, using his knee to separate my legs. He runs his fingers through my wet folds while never taking his eyes off me. Heat dances in his eyes, causing my breathing to quicken.
He senses my growing excitement and need. He delicately brushes his fingers against my lips before sliding them into my mouth. The taste of my juices coats my tongue, and I can’t help but groan. He continues to push his fingers in and out of my mouth like he’s fucking it.
“I’ve only been able to dream about how good you taste.”
“Now you don’t have to imagine anymore,” I say, feeling a jolt of electricity after his fingers press against my lips.
I’ve never been so direct with a man, not that there was a man around to say these things to.
However, there’s something about him that stirs something deep inside me.
For once, he makes me not want to be the ice princess my sister describes me as.
He makes me want to let go and go with the flow to enjoy the moment.
Heat fills his eyes, and without a word, he drops to his knees. Even though I didn’t make the decision whether I wanted to come by his mouth or his fingers, I’m glad he took the decision out of my hands.
I tighten my grip on his long locks freely hanging loose around his shoulders.
When he watches me like I’m some goddess, an outpouring of confidence washes over me.
I feel beautiful and incredibly powerful.
To have a man as powerful and beautiful as Florian on his knees in front of me gives me the most incredible surge of confidence I’ve ever felt as a woman.
The kind of confidence that can be very addictive.
With a swift motion, he tosses one of my legs over his shoulder, and I let out a surprised yelp.
As he licks my slit, my grip on his hair tightens, sending shivers down my spine. Leaning my head back against the wall, I close my eyes and let out a groan as he works wonders with his mouth.
“Florian,” I moan, my voice filled with longing.
He flicks, nips, and bites at my clit before sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. I can’t help but rock my hips against his face as I ride a wave of ecstasy.
I keep my eyes closed as I continue to grind my pussy in his face. The sounds of my moans, the wetness of my pussy, and him devouring me like a madman fill the space.
He sucks my clit harder, then pushes his fingers inside me, and my world tilts. White spots dot behind my eyes as I scream his name.
“Fuck, you are so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he whispers against my wet folds. “My Beauty. Mine.”
He teases my sensitive clit with his tongue as his fingers move in and out of me until I descend from my euphoric state.
He slowly pulls his fingers away and then gives me one final, lingering lick that sends shivers coursing through my body. He pulls my leg from his shoulder, and I lean against the wall for support so I don’t sink to the floor.
That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, even though I don’t have many to compare it to. All I know is that I want more.
Opening my eyes, I let out a sigh and watch him as he rises from the floor, his face beaming with a devious grin that’s covered in my juices.
His mouth slams into mine before I utter one word.
The musky scent of my arousal lingers around his face, lips, and tongue, eliciting a groan from me when the taste hits my mouth.
Our tongues war with one another for dominance, but like everything else in this new relationship, I fear Florian will ultimately be in control.
I can’t deny that the thought of doing whatever he wants intrigues me because I rarely give up control of anything in my life to anyone.
I’m completely fascinated by the way my body responds to him and my willingness to do something that’s out of my comfort zone just because he asks me to.
Even after he pulls away, his eyes still hold a fiery intensity. “There’s more of that to come, Beauty, but first kneel before your Beast so I can watch how beautiful you look with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
My entire body tingles with anticipation, and I immediately drop to my knees like he instructed.
“Good girl.” He pulls his cock from his pants, then palms it. “Now open up.”