Page 61 of Wicked Roses
“No, you don’t.”
Her hands come to my chest to try and push me off. “Excuse me? You don’t know what I want!”
“I know you better than you know yourself.”
Her fight returns as she shoves at my chest. She shifts her body to try and get around me, but I’m not letting her go anywhere. I grab her arms and our struggle becomes an intense dance of twisting and turning. Her growl and her pants, and my grin as I pin her back against the wall.
She stares up at me in shock, the look in her eyes difficult to read.
Either she’s incredibly turned on or incredibly pissed off. Probably both.
I move in, my grip tight on her wrists. I bend my head and line my mouth up with hers, but I don’t kiss her.
As always, I want to hear the words.
“What do you want, Phi? Tell me what you need.”
The next sound to leave her can only be described as an impatient whine. It’s a noise that expresses frustration and confusion at the same time, like she’s incapable of doing what I ask.
“You know the rules,” I taunt. “You know what I want to hear.”
“Salvatore...” She pauses for a shaky intake of breath, on the tipping point of making up her mind. “I want... Ineedyou to make me feel good.”
That’s all I was waiting for. I grab her face, filling my large palms with her cheeks, and I plant a deep kiss on her. The second our lips touch, it’s a volcanic eruption.
Pent up tension and molten heat exploding all at once.
The air rips from our lungs and we kiss hungrily, like we’re each other’s last meal. The world is ending tomorrow and there’s no time left to waste. It might as well be, the way we’re devouring each other.
We begin tearing at clothes and groping body parts.
I wrest Delphine’s tank top off and shove down her yoga pants. Her panties are dragged along with them. She gasps and breaks away from my mouth for the briefest second. Shock flits across her face before desire takes over again and she smashes her lips to mine.
If possible, they’ve gotten even softer than the last time we kissed. Softer than any other lips I’ve ever felt.
Sweeter, too.
Kissing has always been her thing. She moans and pants as we do, begging for more. My tongue runs across the pouty seam of her lips and teases its way into her mouth. I kiss her like she likes, so passionately she shudders against me.
Meanwhile, I feel her up. I squeeze her breasts in my grip and then I slide my hand between her soft thighs. Her pussy is plump and soaked with her arousal. Wet and hot for me just like always.
Throbbing for me like always. I can feel it against the palm of my hand like a fucking heartbeat. I groan and realize I can’t go without for much longer.
Many years ago, I claimed Delphine as mine. Tonight, I’m doing it again.
“You want me to fuck you?” I growl, rubbing her pussy. “You want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes!” she breathes, her eyes clenched shut. Her thighs quake around my hand and her pussy throbs harder the more I play with her. “Yes, Salvatore. Fuck me... please...”
“Are you going to follow the rules? Are you going to behave yourself?”
She moans as I fondle her clit. “Salvatore...”
I bite her neck and slip two fingers into her soaked pussy. “Tell me, Phi. Are you going to be good and obey, or are you going to be bad and make me punish you?”
“Good...” She clutches onto me and shivers, unable to finish her train of thought.
I’ve never pulled my dick out faster. In a split second I’ve got it out and I’m stroking myself. My dick is harder than titanium, twitching in my grasp. It’s letting me know how desperate it is to be inside her already.