Shadows Of Desire

Chapter 15

extreme sexual content ahead!

Zade De Luca

I shoved the door to my mansion open, not bothering to turn on the lights. I didn't need to see, all I needed was her.

She stumbled in behind me, her breath ragged, her fingers still gripping the back of my shirt like she couldn't let go. Her touch burned through the fabric, igniting something primal in me that had been simmering since the moment I laid eyes on her. I'd fought it. God, I'd fought this need for so long. But now? There was no going back.

I turned, my hands immediately finding her waist, pulling her roughly against me. She gasped, those beautiful lips parting, but I didn't give her a second to catch her breath. My mouth crashed into hers, hard and possessive, tasting her like I needed to drown in her. And fuck, maybe I did.

I pushed her back, her body slamming against the wall, pinning her there as I tore my lips away from hers. Her chest was heaving, her eyes wide and dark, filled with the same hunger I felt, and it only drove me further. "You have no idea what you've done to me," I rasped, my hands sliding up her sides, under her shirt, feeling her skin burn under my touch. "I've wanted you every damn second. You... you ruin me."

She didn't respond, couldn't respond, her breath catching in her throat as I gripped her thighs and lifted her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, pulling me closer. That fucking dress she was wearing... God, it was torture seeing her in it, and even worse, knowing how close I was to having her completely.

My hands roamed her body, my fingers digging into her skin, desperate, relentless. "You drive me fucking crazy," I growled, nipping at her neck, marking her, wanting to leave proof that she was mine. "Every time you look at me, every time you breathe near me... I lose my fucking mind."

Her hands clawed at my back, pulling me closer, her body writhing against mine. The friction, the heat—it was too much, too fast, but fuck if I cared. I needed her. Now.

I stepped back, carrying her as if she weighed nothing, making my way toward the bedroom. My lips never left her skin, trailing down her throat, biting, sucking, leaving marks she wouldn't forget. The thought of her seeing them tomorrow, knowing they were from me, made my blood burn hotter.

When I reached the bed, I tossed her onto it, standing over her for a second. She looked up at me, hair splayed out across my sheets, lips swollen from my kisses, her dress hitched up around her thighs. She was a fucking vision. A temptation I couldn't resist any longer.

I tore my shirt off, not bothering to be gentle, my hands shaking with impatience. Her eyes roamed over me, and fuck, I could see the lust there. The need. It mirrored everything I was feeling. I climbed on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress, my hands ripping that dress down the middle, exposing the smooth skin I'd been dying to touch.

"You're mine," I growled, my lips crashing against hers again. "You're mine now, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

My hands moved down her body, rough and possessive, claiming every inch of her. She moaned into my mouth, her body arching into me, begging for more. And fuck, I was going to give it to her.

I pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes. I gripped her thigh, pulling her leg higher around my waist. She clutched onto me as if I was the only thing holding her together.

I ripped her underwear away in one rough motion, not bothering to savor it. There wasn't time. I was done with holding back, done with pretending like I could keep control around her. I could feel the defiance in her even now, the way her eyes met mine with that same fire, that same fucking challenge, as if she could still somehow keep the upper hand.