Chapter Thirty Three
Willow
“I want you for desert moya dusha.”
I almost drop the mug I’m currently cleaning as I hear those words whispered into my ear.
My parents left half an hour ago and Alina got picked up my Mia to go out for a night out with the girls.
It’s just us in the apartment and now my thoughts have went straight to wanting a repeat of what happened in the lounge at the club.
His arms come round my waist and his fingers trace the hem of my t-shirt sending goosebumps over my whole body as his lips meet my neck.
“The dishes can wait.” He says before he picks me up bridal style and I drop the mug in the sink as he carries me off to my bedroom.
“I’m so glad tonight went well.” I say bringing my hands to his face, kissing him slowly as he crosses the threshold to my bedroom and kicks the door shut. His tongue presses against my lips as he lays me down on the bed, bracing himself above me.
“Me too. Your parents are nice.” He says as his lips meet mine again.
“Mmmm let’s not talk about my parents right now.” I laugh into his mouth as he kisses me deeply.
I can feel how hard he is as he thrusts against me slowly, just enough to tease me and a moan escapes my mouth.
I feel one of his hands sliding across my lower stomach, then gliding higher and higher before he reaches the top of my ribs. My hands grip his hair pulling him closer to me as if even having even a millimetre of space between us is too much.
“Please Dragna, touch me.”
That’s all it takes before he grabs my hips and rolls us over so I’m on top. His hands find the bottom of my t-shirt and he pulls it over my head leaving me completely topless. He bites his bottom lip looking as sensual as ever as both his hands slide up the side of my body.
“You… Fuck.” He shakes his head and thrusts his hips up, the pressure of him against me making me roll my hips along with him.
“I want to be gentle with you Willow, but you’re making it difficult.”
“Don’t be gentle with me, I swear you didn’t hurt me last night, don’t hold back on me.”
He breathes in deeply before letting go of any self control he had and within a second he’s sat up and his mouth is covering one of my breasts.
“Oh my god!” I whine out while throwing my head back.
“What did I tell you before.” He says before moving to my other breast, nipping it slightly.
“No God.” He bites the flesh.
“No Saint.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth while his hand squeezes the other.
“Nobody but me.” And he tugs my nipple with his teeth, pulling a half moan, half scream from me.
“Understand moya dusha?”
He licks up my sternum to my neck, biting, sucking and kissing his way to my jaw.
“Yes, yes, just you.”
I’m already out of breath, feeling dizzy and like I’m floating.
“Good girl.” He whispers while thrusting his hips again and I swear I almost come. Great, I have a kink.
I feel him wrap my hair in his fist and he tugs my head back to give himself more access to my throat.
“I’m going to worship every single inch of you.” He bites and sucks the column of my throat and it just toys the line of painful. I love it. God what is happening to me.
“Yes, please.” I moan and I bring my hands to his hard stomach.
I start undoing the buttons on his shirt, grazing his skin with my nails as I do and he hisses in response. When I finally have his shirt undone I look down at him in awe. He is beautiful. Raw, powerful, otherworldly and just, so, so beautiful.
I lean down and push him back and begin to kiss his chest while running my hands over him at the same time.
I shift lower down his body as I kiss my way down his stomach until I reach the top of his trousers.
His breathing is erratic and knowing that it’s me who’s made him like this gives me a sense of power I never would have thought I’d have over anyone, let alone a man like him.
“Please Willow.”
He looks like he’s in pain, and the fact he’s begging has me feeling a confidence I’ve never felt before.
I lick across his torso as I undo his belt and trouser buttons.
“What do you want me to do?’ I say as I look up at him through my lashes.
“Anything. Just don’t stop touching me please.”
A sudden rush to have him inside me hits my core and I clench, searching for something but feeling empty.
I tug his trousers and boxers down just enough to reveal his tip and he throws his head back and groans at the slight friction.
I feel nervous now, it’s been so long since I’ve done this. I swallow and Dragna senses the shift in my mood.
“Hey, what’s wrong? We can stop.” He says as he starts to sit up on his elbows.
No, no, no, I don’t want this to stop, I want him. I need him. I put a hand on his chest and ease him back down onto the bed in a panic.
“I haven’t done this in a while and I just don’t want this to suck for you. Excuse the pun.” I say trying to joke and lighten the nervousness I feel and he lets out a breath of a laugh.
“Willow anything you do to me is going to be the best I’ve ever had. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Your soul is like fucking sunshine and I would kiss the ground you walk on. I promise you nothing you do to me is going to feel bad.”
I look down hiding my smile as I feel a blush on my face at his words, the heat between my legs increasing and the confidence he gives me coming back.
Looking at where he’s exposed, I lower my head to kiss his stomach again and brush the tip of him with my lips just slightly.
He fists the sheets at his sides and I know he’s holding back, probably not wanting to scare me off, but he never could.
I want his power, his strength. All of what he gave in the lounge.
I want him to take me however he wants me and with that in mind, I put my lips back to him again, only this time I take him into my mouth and suck.