𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

14

Salvatore slowly reaches his gloved hand up and wipes away her lone tear, then he remembers the gift in the white box.

He picks it up and opens the box, taking out a gold necklace that has a sword symbol on it with a serpent around it, a rose blooming from the tip of the sword.

He gestures the necklace towards her and she looks up at him bashfully from her corner at his attempt to cheer her up.

She pushes herself off of the bedframe corner and she turns her back towards him, his huge hands come up to her long hair and he pushes it to the side, he brings the necklace around her neck and attaches it, then fixes her hair back to its original position.

"Thank you"

The shy girl mumbles under her breath, then she notices the big man in front of her unbutton two more buttons of his shirt and right below the angel wing tattoo is a tattoo of the same pendant symbol on her necklace.

She's guessing he's trying to say it has some sort of relevance to him.

Or maybe he does want to be best friends and he wants to match!

but little did she know, that symbol around her pretty little neck is the most feared symbol in the world and it is imprinted on thousands of bodies dead and alive.

He admired how the necklace
looked against her delicate, smooth skin, a clear
declaration of ownership, the symbol marking her as his and his
eyes darkened with satisfaction.

As he is admiring her, he noticed the faint sheen of
sweat on her brow, the slight
disarray of her clothes. She
needed to clean up, he wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.
With a deliberate motion,
Salvatore pointed toward the
small, enclosed shower in the
Corner of the room. His eyes held
hers, leaving no room for
misunderstanding.

Kailani followed his gesture, her
cheeks colouring slightly as she
nodded. She knew what he wanted her to do. Shyly, she stood, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

She hesitated, her eyes meeting
his for a brief moment before she
made her way to the shower.
Salvatore's eyes tracked her every
movement, the way her hips
swayed, the soft curves of her
body that the thin fabric of her
skirt barely concealed all of it making his body heat up and his muscles flex.

Salvatore rose from his seat, his
imposing frame blocking the light
as he moved toward the door. He
paused, casting one last look at
her, before he stepped out to
gather what she would need-
fresh clothes, a towel, something
soft for her delicate skin. He'd
make sure everything was perfect
for her, even if she didn't
understand why he did it, he did.

When he returned, he placed the
items on the bed and left again to
give her privacy. But his thoughts
were consumed by her, and the
tension within him only grew as
he waited.
Finally, when he re-entered the
room, he found her standing by
the bed, nervously fiddling with
the ends of her now damp, curly
hair as she wore one of his shirts, it was massive on her, going all the way down till below her knees. She was freshly showered,
the scent of her body wash and something
uniquely her filling the space.

Salvatore stepped closer to her, slowly making his way into the room until he was toe to toe with her, unable to resist the temptation, he brought his head down, to anyone else this position would be painful, but he wasn't anyone, he was Salvatore motherfucking Russo and he could stay in this position all day long if it meant he could be close to his little kitten.

He slightly pulled down the half of the black ski mask, just below his nose as he buried it in the crook of her neck and he inhaled deeply, almost animalistically, the scent intoxicated him, making his head swim and a low growl escaped his lips.

Then, he finally exhaled with a huff, pulling his mask back into place and standing straight again.

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Salvatore removed one of his gloves with a deliberate slowness, revealing a large, calloused hand etched with tattoos. His veins stood out prominently, a silent testament to his strength. He stuffed the glove into his pocket and, without warning, reached out, his massive hand cupping her delicate jaw.

Kailani flinched, a reflex she couldn't control, but he was careful, almost tender. The contrast between his rough exterior and the gentle touch of his knuckles against her rosy cheeks sent a shiver down her spine. She blinked up at him, her long eyelashes fluttering in a way that made his abs clench. She was so innocent, so unguarded. The sight of her wide, trusting eyes was almost too much.

His thumb traced the fullness of her bottom lip, coaxing it open slightly, revealing the soft pink beneath. The warmth of her breath against his skin was intoxicating. He leaned closer, his eyes locked onto hers, unable to tear himself away from the purity of her gaze. She didn't pull back, didn't resist. She was too innocent to understand what was happening, too trusting to know what his touch was doing to her.

With a deliberate slowness, Salvatore slid his fingers past her parted lips, his index and ring fingers pressing gently against the inside of her cheek. Kailani's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't stop him. She couldn't. His touch was both invasive and intimate, igniting a fire within her that left her breathless. He moved his fingers in a slow, teasing exploration, tracing the delicate contours of her mouth as if memorising every detail.

As his fingers rubbed against the smooth texture of her inner cheek, a faint tremor ran through her. Each subtle motion sent ripples of sensation coursing through her, mixing confusion with a burgeoning desire she couldn't comprehend. He pressed a little deeper, the tips of his fingers dancing along the soft flesh, exploring every inch with methodical precision, relishing the way she instinctively leaned into his touch.

Kailani's breath hitched, her body responding to him in ways she hadn't anticipated. His fingers continued their gentle exploration, teasing and stroking, coaxing soft gasps from her lips. She couldn't pull away, nor did she want to. Each caress of his fingers felt like a spark igniting her senses, awakening a need within her that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Salvatore was captivated, his thoughts a chaotic mix of desire and restraint. He could feel her heartbeat quicken beneath his touch, a frantic rhythm that matched the urgency of his own desire. He wanted to claim her completely, to consume her, but he was determined to keep the moment suspended, to savour her innocence just a little longer.

Satisfied, Salvatore pulled his
fingers from her mouth, her lips
closing around them instinctively
before they slipped free.

Her eyes remained locked on his, filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity, silently questioning what had just transpired.

Salvatore didn't need words; his every action spoke of the hunger that simmered just beneath the surface.

He wanted her, all of her, but not yet. Not until she was ready. Until then, he would wait, leaving her with the tantalising memory of his touch and the promise of what was to come.

What he just did was based off of what his private doctor told him: the inside of her cheeks is the same texture as her pussy walls.

He brought his hand up, the two fingers glistening with her saliva
he shamelessly put them under his mask and shoved them into his mouth, his tongue lapping greedily at them, then sucking on them with a low hum before removing them from his needy mouth, looking down at her dumb founded face, head slightly tilted to the side in confusion. His eyes never left hers,
the act as much a display of
possession as anything else.
Her heart raced, confusion and a
strange, twisted comfort battling
for dominance in her chest.