Between The Flames ⚜️Il Paradosso Book Two⚜️

Chapter forty-two

His lips were hot against my burning skin, leaving a trail of fire down the side of my neck and across my shoulder blade.

The feeling was lethargic. Wrong in so many ways but the desire pulling me under, with the weight of heavy concrete.

Lies. Lies. So many lies.

A feeling of betrayal laced the red flowing through my veins. He had poisoned my bloodstream.

Deception.

His world was a harbor of deceit. But the spell was too powerful to break. A bond that amalgamated ice and fire.

One burned with lechery, for a love that shred through duplicity. The other, palliate, comatose.

Niccolo was unable to procreate. Maybe that was a good thing.
Antonio had been persistent on having unsafe sex. A made man would never do that. Unless... he wanted to reproduce.

I wanted him to feel the affliction he had left with me. A vindication that he was indebted to emit. I would never receive that from him.

He proceeded to torture me through sleep. His apparition haunted my dreams with vigor. It took over my most intricate ardor. The part of me that wished I could hate him. It wounded me but the pain developed into a malignant fervor. An ache that genuflected to his beckoning.

A deep yearning lingered after. But in those moments, when he visited my fantasies, I surrendered to the seven seconds of elation.

He wouldn't let me forget him. Leverage that he possessed, despite his indisputable absence.

His touch. His kiss. It all felt so real.
With hooded eyes, darker than an abyss, he smiled lazily when I brought my hands up to touch his face. He hadn't shaved.

I moaned softly into his mouth when it reunified what it had eluded. His tongue grazed my teeth and entered with diligence. I could almost taste the avidity. A passion that lifted me onto the highest cloud.

My back arched when his thumb traced circles around my nipple, softly at first and then giving it a pinch. His eager mouth latching onto it, nibbling the aroused bud. He sucked on it through the thin fabric of my silk wear.

"I fucking love it when you're braless. It makes my dick hard when I see these breasts peeking at me through your clothing."

He sounded mad when he said that, as if he knew everyone else could have the same reaction. My heart raced. His voice was different.

His heavy eyes focused on my face and then continued to explore the rest of my body. They stopped at my chest again and his hand caressed the other breast, which was throbbing for him to take in his mouth.

With the palm of his other hand he slowly lifted the end of my top, until it was above my head.

My thong felt wet from his teasing movements, rubbing his erection against the inside of my thigh.
"Tell me you want it."

Confliction arose in my stomach, while his head dipped low, his lips nipping the area above my belly button, making me quiver to the sensation.

Would he stop if I said no? But it felt so good.

I ran my fingers through his thick hair and let out a soft whimper when his mouth blew against my clit, sending a wave of carnal pleasure throughout my entire body.
It was dangerous. Toxic. Invigorating. It lit a spark so intense, that the feeling of his fingers sliding under the lace and between my soaked folds, ignited the flames of inferno.

His light beard tickled the sensitive skin between my legs while he licked the pleasure that coated my cunt, his smile showing me that he enjoyed the taste.