𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

53

The room had grown quiet after the last man left. Salvatore’s presence, as always, was suffocating in its power, and no one dared to stay a second longer than necessary. Kailani sat beside him, still basking in the warmth of his proximity, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist, as if she might slip away if he loosened his grip.

The cool night air hit her skin as they stepped outside the club, and her breath came in short, excited gasps. Salvatore held her tighter, his hand splayed possessively against her lower back as they moved toward the car. The tension between them, though silent, hummed like electricity. Kailani rested her head against his shoulder as they drove home, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his thigh, sending sparks of heat through his body.

But it was nothing compared to the feeling he had as they stepped into the bathroom at the mansion. The soft glow of the overhead lights cast a golden hue on her skin, making her look almost ethereal. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Kailani stood there, her dress hugging her figure perfectly, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes wide and trusting, as if she were waiting for him to make the first move. Salvatore’s throat tightened. There was something so innocent about the way she looked at him — it made the primal urge to possess her even stronger.

Slowly, she moved closer, her hands shaking as they found the buttons on his shirt. One by one, she undid them, her lips leaving soft, wet kisses along his chest, her breath warm against his skin. Salvatore let her take her time, savoring every moment, every touch, as she peeled the shirt from his shoulders, revealing the ink that stretched across his hard, muscled body.

Her hands slid over the ridges of his abs, her fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos. Salvatore stood still, watching her with a dark intensity that made her tremble. She kissed him again, her lips soft but insistent, and he growled low in his throat, pulling her flush against him.

Without a word, he turned her around and unzipped her dress, letting the fabric pool around her feet. His hands roamed her body, exploring her curves, every dip and swell of her skin. His touch was firm but reverent, as if he were worshipping her. Salvatore pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair as his hands slid lower, gripping her hips.

Kailani moaned softly, leaning back into him, her body arching as if inviting him to take more. And he would. But not yet. He wanted to savor every inch of her first.

The heat from the shower surrounded them, the steam rising around their bodies as Salvatore pressed her against the cool tiles. He kissed her deeply, his lips moving with a desperate hunger, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. His hand slid up her thigh, lifting her leg to wrap around his waist as he pressed himself against her.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her hands clutching at his shoulders as his mouth moved lower, kissing her collarbone, her breasts, sucking gently on her nipple before moving even lower. Salvatore’s fingers teased her, grazing the sensitive skin between her thighs, and she let out a soft whimper, her hips bucking slightly as she sought more of his touch.

But he wasn’t ready to give her everything. Not yet.

Salvatore worshipped her body with his mouth, his hands, as if she were something holy. He kissed the soft curve of her stomach, the inside of her thigh, making her shiver with every touch. His lips pressed against her skin, firm but gentle, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“Salvatore,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. She needed him. All of him.

He growled softly, his hand tightening on her thigh as he pulled her leg higher, pressing her against him. His lips found hers again, their kiss fierce and demanding, filled with a hunger that couldn’t be sated.

Salvatore lifted her effortlessly, turning off the water as he carried her out of the shower, her legs wrapped around his waist, their wet bodies pressed together. He set her down on the cool marble floor, his hands never leaving her skin, as he kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers in a heated dance.

Kailani gasped as he pulled away, his dark eyes filled with a possessive fire. Without a word, he lifted her once more, carrying her to the bed, laying her down gently. He took a moment to look at her, sprawled out before him, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, her skin flushed from their heated encounter.

Salvatore kissed her feet, one at a time, slowly working his way up her legs. Each kiss was soft, deliberate, sending shivers through her body as he made his way higher. By the time his lips reached her thighs, she was trembling, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her.

He didn’t stop. Salvatore worshipped her as if she were a goddess, his lips tracing every inch of her skin, until he was above her, his eyes locked on hers.

“That tickles” Kailani whispered, her voice soft and shy.

Salvatore smirked softly from beneath his mask, leaning down to kiss her again, his body pressing against hers, his hands sliding up her sides. He kissed her with everything he had, every emotion he couldn’t put into words, pouring it all into that single moment.