Gunnar - Mafia Love Story

Chapter 47

Rhythm could feel his eyes on her; the intensity of those dark eyes sent a shiver down her spine. Her heart kept pounding in her chest no matter how hard she tried to control herself, but she couldn't stop herself from melting under the sheer intensity his hungry gaze held.

She glanced at him and saw that his eyes held an undeniable carnal hunger that was beyond palpable; it was oppressive; it was ferocious. A raw longing that mirrored her own desires, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole.

The tension in the room was thick—a heavy weight that hung between them, filled with unspoken desire and anticipation. She clenched her thighs together, trying to soothe the ache that was slowly building up. She felt her skin on fire, her pussy throbbing for attention. She could feel his gaze moving to her lips; her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she stopped breathing. A shiver ran down her spine in pure anticipation.

Unable to handle the tension, she bit her lip.

The heat of her little body was burning his flesh. As his gaze dragged over her lips, his cock throbbed at the tempting prospect. Humza watched her slightly-too-big teeth digging into her full lower lip, all pure white, digging into the sharpest, bloodiest red imaginable, and then she rubbed her thighs together, a tiny noise coming from somewhere in the back of her throat. The heat of her little body was burning his flesh. As his gaze dragged over her lips, his cock throbbed at the tempting prospect.

His inner beast rose within him; his throat dried up; he had to touch her; he had to taste her; and it had to be right now. A dark urgency thrummed through his pulse as he watched her. He could take her just like this. He could have her, fuck her raw and hard...and satisfy the maddening craving and this obsession with her. The air was heavy with temptation, thick and demanding surrender.

"You're so fucking beautiful, it's killing me." Rhythm heard Humza groan and close the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a hungry kiss. Rhythm felt herself drowning in the heat of Humza's kiss, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it. She felt sparks running all over her body as he kissed her with a hunger that shook her to her core.

Everything inside her was lit on fire. A soft groan escaped her lips when he sucked onto her lower lip while he gripped the back of her head as hard as he could, pressing her face to his. She tasted of seduction and sin, of heaven and of the sweetest temptation. Humza climbed on top of her, grabbing her hands and pinning them against her head, holding them with his hand, positioning his body against hers in this primal, dominating way.

He grinded his hips into her, rubbing himself against her, and used his free hand to claim her breast—squeezing it and grabbing it so fiercely that he knew she could feel every fingertip as a bright point of discomfort. Her whole body ignited in flames. He kissed her like a hungry predator who had starved for years. A soaking wet heat pooled between her thighs.

A groan left her lips. Slowly, her mouth opened up to him, and the first time their tongues slid together in a tangle of silk and promise, he nearly lost it right then and there.

Her mouth was greedy, but Humza's was greedier. He deepened the kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth, and then they fought each other, who would devour whom the fastest, who could take what they wanted first, who could take the most, and before long, she was a writhing form of smooth muscle and soft curves, her hips jerking against his and her hands fighting to get free from his hold. He loosened his grip on her hands; she quickly pulled them off of his grip, fisted his hair and scratched his back while they hungryly kissed each other.

His touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure cascading down her spine as she melted into his embrace. She wanted him. Her body's screaming for him.