𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈

~Need(18+)~

WARNING: *MATURE CONTENT*(18+)

-"I could corrupt you. It would be easy."-

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He picked her up, without parting their lips, and took her to his bedroom. He set her down gently and made his way on top of her again. She parted her legs once again, inviting him almost.

"I want you...fuck, I need you, Diavola," he mumbled as he trailed his kisses down to her jaw. Biting, sucking, nipping wherever he could. His tongue brushed against her skin, igniting tingles and sparks she didn't know could be set off. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as he started to grind harder against her core.

"Then take me," she breathed. She desperately needed him to ease the wetness building up in her that only he could satisfy. She needed all of him.

It was like he had been waiting for those words for a lifetime. He didn't waste time ripping off her top so his lips could venture further. Smirking against her skin, he held her wrists in his hand.

Guiding her hands on the headboard, he made her wrap her fingers around the wood.

"Keep them there. If they move, I won't give you what you want," he mumbled against her skin, his hands rubbing her arms and making sure they never left the headboard. She felt herself get wetter by the second.

He caressed her toned waist, his fingers biting into her hips making her mouth fall open in need. As he kissed down her neck, he unbuttoned his shirt and pressed his bare and muscular torso against her cold skin.

His hand traveled to her back, slowly unclipping her strapless lace bra. She lifted herself, allowing more room for his grip as he pulled the fabric off of her, mindful of her still-healing wounds.

He trailed his lips down the valley of her breasts, leaving the sparks of his hot mouth on her skin but careful not to give her more.

He wanted to make her beg for it.

Beg for him.

He stared in admiration of her as his hands went up to her full and perky breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. He inched closer to her left breast, fanning his warm breath on her hardened nipple. He glided his tongue over it ever so lightly, making her bite her lip to keep her pleasure-filled sounds at bay.

His hand rested on one, fondling it under his slightly-calloused hands while the other assaulted it with his full lips. He sucked and left love bites and hickeys on every inch of her milky skin, more than what was already there.

The heat of his fingertips made her shiver with pleasure, aching for more. As his mouth latched onto her breasts, she tugged onto the restraints that prevented her from touching him. He smiled against her skin and began to unbutton his pants as his manhood bulged painfully against his zipper.

He pulled her skin-tight skirt off of her next, not wasting any time. He began to roam his hands all over her body, exploring every curve she had never been to. His lips went lower and lower, kissing everywhere he touched.

He loved the way her hands held the headboard obediently, making her incredibly vulnerable to him. How her perky breasts held hickeys and lovebites along with her neck, jaw, and small waist. They were full and perfectly round, making his eyes cloud with nothing but love.

The black lace thong strung up on her hips and revealed her pelvic bone that he had yet to travel to. Her long fair legs parted just for him and only him, hugging his hips.