𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

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Their room was draped in a velvety darkness, thick and consuming, broken only by the faintest whisper of wind brushing against the window. Kailani lay still, wrapped in the heavy warmth of the sheets, her body cocooned in the soft luxury of Salvatore's bed. Yet something stirred within her-a presence, a tension in the air that she couldn't ignore.

She shifted under the covers, her eyes blinking open in the dimness. It was still deep into the night, but she could feel it-his eyes on her. The weight of his gaze was undeniable, like a heat that seeped into her skin, prickling her senses awake. Without turning to look, she already knew he was watching her instead of sleeping. It wasn't the first time or last. It never was. It never will be.

Her heart fluttered as she slowly rolled over, her body brushing against his. Even in the dark, Salvatore's presence loomed, massive and unyielding beside her, a figure of power and raw intensity. His breath was steady, deep, but there was something feral in the way he lay so still, his dark eyes reflecting the faintest sliver of light as they locked onto her. She could feel it-his silent obsession, the way he held himself back, barely. As if waiting for the right moment.

Kailani swallowed, her throat dry as she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his arm. The muscles beneath her touch tensed, hard and taut under her soft fingers.

Before she could speak, his hand moved-slow and deliberate, pulling the covers down, exposing her skin to the cool night air. He didn't break eye contact, didn't move except for that one motion, his gaze burning into her. His hand hovered near his face, and in the stillness of the room, she watched him peel the black mask from his skin, revealing the man beneath, yet unfortunatly, she couldn't see in the dark.

Her fingers grazed his cheek, her touch featherlight as she traced the strong lines of his face.

Salvatore moved then, faster than she expected. He grabbed her wrist with one hand and tugged her closer, his fingers wrapping around her small frame with possessive force. His lips crashed against hers, hard and unrelenting, as if he'd been holding back for too long and could no longer contain the ferocity of his desire.

The kiss was rough, desperate. His mouth claimed hers with an intensity that left her gasping, her lips parting under the pressure. And he didn't hesitate. His tongue plunged into her mouth, seeking her out, tasting her with a hunger that made her head spin. He wasn't just kissing her-he was devouring her, consuming every inch of her mouth as if he couldn't get enough.

He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her lips as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Kailani whimpered, her body arching against him as her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to ground herself amidst the wild sensation of him overtaking her.

Salvatore's hand gripped her jaw, holding her in place as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth, slow and deliberate, as if savoring her taste. He groaned, the sound rough and primal, as he gently sucked on her tongue, his lips moving in sync with the wet, rhythmic pull that made her knees weak.

Her breath hitched when he released her tongue, only to drag his lips to the corner of her mouth. Slowly, he slurped up the saliva she had left behind, humming low in his throat at the taste of her. His lips moved in a sensual drag against her skin, licking, tasting, as if her very essence was something he could feast on forever. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her flush against his hard, muscular body.

Each sound he made sent jolts of heat through her, every growl, every hum vibrating through her core. Kailani could feel the raw power behind every touch-his hands moving from her waist to her thigh, lifting her leg to hook around his hip. He pressed himself harder against her, his arousal evident as his hips ground into hers, his huge cock straining through the fabric of his boxers.

He bit down softly on her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth with a teasing pull before releasing it, only to dive back in. His kisses grew deeper, rougher, more insistent, as if he couldn't get enough of her, as if he was trying to pour everything into her through his mouth-his desire, his obsession, his need to possess her in every way possible.

His hands moved under her nightgown, lifting the thin fabric slowly, his fingers trailing fire as they slid up her thighs. When his fingers found her wet and aching, his growl deepened, his breath hot against her neck as he nipped at her skin. "So fucking wet for me," he growled into her throat, his voice husky and rough.

Without warning, his fingers thrust inside her, his palm pressing against her swollen clit as his lips returned to hers, biting and tugging at her mouth with a hunger that bordered on madness. His fingers worked inside her with a relentless pace, pumping in and out, curling just right as her body arched into him, desperate for more.

Kailani whimpered, her legs trembling as she held onto him, her nails digging into his shoulders as the heat inside her coiled tighter and tighter. His thumb rubbed circles over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her, and she moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand as he pushed her closer to the edge.

Kailani gasped, her body stretching to accommodate his fingers, the delicious friction making her see stars.

His fingers slamming into her over and over, his other hand gripping her hips with bruising force as he fucked her with his fingers like a man starved. His lips returned to hers, swallowing her moans, his mouth moving in sync with his hips as he kissed her with the same intensity he finger fucked her with-deep, rough, and desperate.

Kailani could barely breathe, her body trembling with the force of his fingers, each one curling her in a way that made her cry out his name. Her nails raked down his back, drawing a low growl from his throat as he increased his pace, driving into her harder, faster, until the room was filled with the sound of her pussy juices quelching.

He was everywhere-his hands, his mouth, his fingers. She was drowning in him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure as he took her apart piece by piece, only to pull her back together with every thrust, every kiss, every possessive touch.

Her pussy clenched around him, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of heat and pleasure. She screamed his name, her vision going white as she shattered beneath him, her body convulsing around his thick fingers.

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When she finally drifted off, still wrapped in his arms, the last thing she felt was his hand running through her hair, his touch softer now, almost tender.

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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the bed. Kailani stirred, her body aching in the most delicious way as she slowly woke up. The warmth of Salvatore's body was still pressed against her back, his arm draped possessively over her waist.

But something was different.

She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light, and turned her head to look at him. Salvatore's mask was still off.

Her breath caught as she took in his face, fully exposed in the soft morning light. His sharp jawline, his full lips, the slight stubble that dusted his cheeks-it was all there, raw and vulnerable, and utterly beautiful. For a moment, she just stared, drinking in the sight of him, marveling at the fact that she was seeing him like this, unmasked and unguarded

He was...beautiful.

Salvatore's eyes flickered open, dark green eyes locked onto hers and he caught her looking at him. He didn't move, didn't speak, but the intensity in his gaze said everything. He was watching her, studying her, as if trying to memorize every detail of her face in that moment.

Kailani reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. He didn't pull away. Even as her fingers tapped the peircing just below the bottom right of his lip,  instead, he leaned into her touch, his eyes softening just slightly as he watched her with a look that was almost...tender.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet of the morning.