Page 182 of Breaking Rosalind
His gaze sweeps down my naked body before settling on my proffered hand. “Seal it with a kiss.”
I step out of the bath. “Then you’re going to kiss a different set of lips.”
SEVENTY-TWO
ROSALIND
Cesare’s gaze flickers down to my pussy, and his lips widen into a salacious grin. When he looks up, it’s with eyes I can only describe as manic.
It’s odd how an expression I once found terrifying is now exhilarating, but then I’m no longer mummified or strapped to a torture table. I’m also not weak with hunger or thirst.
I step forward, closing the distance between us, my body dripping water to the marble floor. His grin fades, replaced with a look of raw hunger that borders on predatory.
Well, I have something he can eat.
“On your knees.”
His hand whips out and grabs my throat, cutting off my air. Incandescent blue eyes burn into mine, their irises flickering with danger. “I don’t take orders.”
“Neither do I.”
I break free from his grasp, sweeping my leg in a move that sends him crashing to the marble floor. As he lands on his back with a grunt, I straddle his chest.
“Not today, pet,” I say with a sneer.
His eyes flash, and he bares his teeth, but there’s something in his gaze that borders on amusement. He grabs my hips and tries to buck me off, but I dig my fingers into his hair and lean close.
“Are we going to seal this deal or not?” I ask, my voice breathy.
“You drive a hard bargain,” he growls, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“Bet that’s not the only thing that’s hard.”
With a smirk, he flicks his head, motioning for me to take what I want. I clamber up his body and straddle his head, putting all the weight on my legs.
Cesare grabs my hips and pulls me onto his face, making us both groan.
The first swipe of this tongue on my slit feels like being struck by lightning. Bolts of ecstasy surge through my system, setting off up every pleasure center. Gasping, I cling onto his hair, making him growl.
His tongue makes back-and-forth strokes over my clit that make my breath come in shallow pants. I want to squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the sensations, but nothing is more satisfying than looking into Cesare’s half-lidded eyes.
Deep groans resound from his mouth, sending vibrations through my core. I roll my hips, riding out the pleasure on his face as my pubic bone grinds against his nose.
He says something, but it’s muffled.
“What did you say, pet?” I ask with a smirk. “Use your words.”
Rolling his eyes, he lifts me off his hip. “Turn around. I want you facing my cock.”
I change position so my ass and pussy completely cover his face. When I glance down, I find his cock straining through his pants, looking desperate for release. I reach down and slide my finger over the cloth-covered length, eliciting another deep groan.
Cesare’s tongue swirls around my swollen clit, making my thighs tremble. This time, I place all my weight on his face. A sadistic part of me wants him to suffocate or drown in my juices.
“Pull out my cock,” he growls.
With a chuckle, I unzip his pants, releasing that thick length. The four studs on his crown gleam in the light, making me want to ride his cock.
“Suck it,” he says.