The Ruthless Mafia King's Posession|18+|

52. Make Love To Me.

★JANIE★

"Do you want me?" Luciano asked as he lowered me gently on the soft bed.

"Yes," I mumbled, almost out of breath.

Somehow, his body covered mine on the bed, without me noticing. His hand snaked around the back of my neck — his fingers warm against my cooler skin.

My face automatically tilted up towards his, but my lips parted open out of sheer pleasure.

His mouth captured mine, and this time, it was gentle, coaxing and I felt like he'd lit a fire that ran through my veins. His lips teased mine inviting me closer, and before I knew it, my hands were pressed against his chest. The fiery warmth of his skin burned through the expensive cotton of his shirt.

Thereafter, his chest muscles shifted beneath my hands as he lifted his other arm to curve around my waist, drawing me closer to him. Hip to hip, there was no denying that he was as fully aroused as me.

Peeling himself up from me, he pulled me to a sitting position then dragged my dress up, over my raised arms, and then tossed it to the ground.

Tension built in my body, coiling tight as he deepened our kiss and coaxed my lips to open with his probing tongue.

He tasted of fine wine, and illicit, unspoken promises. Promises that made me clench my thighs together against the swell of desire that rippled through my body before centering at the core of my belly.

I rocked my pelvis against him and it incited me further. I kissed him back with a passion I'd never unleashed before, meeting his tongue with mine.

Lifting my hands from his chest, and sliding them upward, over his shoulders and the strong column of his neck, I burrowed my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as his lips devoured mine. I pressed my body against him, my nipples were taut and sensitive against the lace of my bra, my breasts aching for his touch. His mouth traveled to the swell of my breast. As he took one of my nipples into his mouth, my head flew back, my eyes closing on their own.

"Oh, Luciano!" I cried out, my fingers running through his smooth European cut, clutching his head and pulling him closer.

Each feeling that coursed through my veins, sent me to cloud nine.

As his hands and mouth slid over my skin, the craving burst to the surface once again. Luciano moved down a little, his lips nipping at my tensed stomach, his tongue circling my navel and dipping lower. Every muscle in my body tightened into knots when his hands brushed over the edge of my lace panties. I let go of his head to grip the pillow and brace myself.

My panties came down inch by inch, the anticipation making me crazy until he eased up one of my legs, then the next, to cast them to the side. I was left wearing only my stilettos.

I could not open my eyes, because I was exposed, my trembling aching body on display for him. His hands travel from my ankles up the length of my stilettos buckles. My legs trembled as he moved higher, his touch blazing a trail across my skin. I clutched the pillow with all my might, my eyes squeezed shut, and my bottom lips clamped between my teeth.

With gentle pressure, he eased my thighs apart, exposing me to the cool air before his warm breath tickled my skin. Then his fingers danced lazy circles up my thighs, teasing my hip bones. I swallowed hard, my breath caught in my chest as I waited.

Afterward, he tasted me. The feeling was so surreal, almost as if a lightning bolt struck through my entire body. A strained cry escaped my throat from his sudden attack. It was followed by a second, then a more lingering caress that was nearly enough to undo me. He must have sensed it, because he paused, giving me time to recover, then continued his erotic assault on my body.