𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

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3𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

Kailani blinked in confusion as she read the last word, her fingers gentle against the inked skin. The bold, possessive declaration was as clear, but not to the innocent girl, no.

Salvatore's free hand, large and commanding, slid up her sides with a lingering roughness, his touch igniting every nerve in her body. He wasn't just touching her; he was claiming her, branding her with the intensity of his obsession. His fingers traced the curve of her small waist, moving higher until they cupped the swell of her big breast, his grip firm and possessive making her eyes go wide as she gasped in surprise.

His dark eyes, intense and unyielding, met hers with a hunger that sent a thrill coursing through her. The silent command in his gaze was undeniable, and Kailani, confused but obedient, found herself unable to resist the magnetic pull he had over her.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she leaned forward, unsure, her lips parting just enough to let out a shaky breath. She hesitated for a moment, before finally pressing her lips against the inked words on his skin. Her soft lips brushing over the tattoo, her breath hot and tentative against his lower abdomen.

Salvatore's body reacted instantly, his muscles tensing beneath her touch, a low, primal growl rumbling in his chest. The sound made her stop, looking up at him with wide eyes, and saw raw desire radiating off him.
She didn't fully understand what he wanted, what he needed from her.

His hand trailed from her boob to her back, gently pushing her back down for her to continue, then he trailed it back to her breast.

Her tongue flicked out, wet and warm, tracing the letters inked into his skin with hesitant, unsure strokes. She didn't know if she was doing it right-her movements were innocent, clumsy. Each stroke was more of a question than an answer, seeking his approval.

Salvatore hummed lowly, the hand on her breast tightening its hold, kneading her tender flesh as if to reward her, making her whimper against him.
His grip encouraged her to keep going, guiding her without words, and she obeyed, desperate to please, even if she wasn't sure how.

Kailani's heart raced as her lips trailed lower, pressing soft, uncertain kisses along the hard ridges of his abdomen. She could feel his abs tense beneath her mouth.

Salvatore's other hand moved to the back of her small head, his huge hand completely covering it, tangling in her long, curly hair, guiding her with a lingering force.

Her own body responded in kind to his, heat and wetness she pooling between her thighs and for a moment she thought that maybe she peed a little.

Salvatore's growl deepened as her lips reached the waistband of his sweatpants. He didn't need to speak, he simply tightened his grip on her hair and lightly tugged on it.
She paused, her breath hot and uneven against his skin, her movements shy and unsure. Her face blushing red as she began to pull it down with a nervous slowness.

Her lips followed, kissing and licking the sensitive skin where fabric met flesh. She wasn't sure where to place her lips or how far her tongue should go, but his body's reactions were her only guide. She didn't know the effect of her innocent exploration, how it drove him mad with the need to take control, to make her his fully.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing-hers fast and shallow, his deep and controlled, though the tension in him was clear. His control was slipping, and she could feel it.

But just as her lips began to trace lower, Salvatore's grip in her hair tightened, tugging her head back sharply. The sudden action forced her lips away from his skin, her big, innocent, die eyes snapping up to meet his dark, intense eyes. His muscular chest rose and fell heavily, and though his face was expressionless behind his mask, the silent command in his eyes was unmistakable.

Without a word, he pulled her head back further, forcing her to look up at him completely. Her mouth, slightly parted in confusion, was met with the rough pad of his thumb. He pressed down on her lower lip, dragging it down to force her mouth wider.

Salvatore's other hand held her hair in a firm grip, keeping her in place as his thumb traced her lips, opening her mouth just enough. He paused, examining her, as if calculating exactly how much he wanted from her as she blinked up at him through her long eyelashes. Then, with deliberate slowness, he guided her to open her mouth wider, his thumb pressing down on her chin.

Her lips parted further under his silent instruction, and then his huge hand moved, slipping to the side of her mouth. He tapped her cheek lightly, a signal to stick out her tongue. Nervously, Kailani obeyed, her tongue slipping out, hesitant and unsure.

But it wasn't enough for him.

With a low growl of dissatisfaction, Salvatore gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open even wider, making her whimper. His fingers slid to her chin again, rough and commanding, as he adjusted her. "More," his silent demand screamed through the force of his touch. She extended her tongue further, trembling slightly under his scrutiny, until finally, he seemed satisfied.

He tilted her head up further, angling her face towards his lower body, his hand still tight in her hair. He guided her head, lifting it slightly as if directing her to exactly where he wanted her mouth to be. The tip of her tongue barely brushed against his skin when he dragged her head to the side, pulling her face to another spot just below his abdomen, guiding her silently to lick and kiss the sensitive areas.

Kailani's tongue flicked out again, hesitant, still unsure if she was doing it right. But he made sure she knew. Every time her lips faltered or her tongue didn't reach where he wanted, Salvatore would grip her hair tighter, pulling her head back slightly, positioning her face to the exact spot he craved her touch.

She kissed and licked along the line where fabric met skin, her body trembling from both the fear and the need to please him. His hands, always firm, adjusted her without a word-lifting her chin when she needed to lick higher, pulling her down when he wanted her to taste lower. She was completely under his control, her own movements naive and unrefined, driven solely by his silent commands.

Salvatore's eyes never left her, watching with dark, obsessive hunger as he directed every movement of her lips and tongue. Each time she obeyed, a low growl of approval rumbled through his chest, spurring her to continue. She couldn't fully understand the storm of lust and power swirling around them, but the way he moved her head, how precise his guidance was, made it clear-he was marking her, shaping her into exactly what he needed her to be.