Whispers in New York - Book Two

~Chapter 32~

Chapter Song

Burning Bridges Acoustic – OneRepublic

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Fiery.

Hot.

Wet.

Their mouths moved in unison, moist lips slanted over each other fighting for more and more entry each and every time.
It was a miracle the pair had even made it up the spiral staircase during their heated make out session. At one point half way up the stairs, Adriana had lost her footing and landed straight on her aśś. She hadn't even attempted to get up; instead she had pulled Salvatore over her body, surprising him when she tugged at his pants impatiently.

"Not here." He groaned as if the words themselves brought him pain. "Not like this."

Now they stumbled through his bedroom door, the same room he had passed out in the night of his father's murder.
He kicked the door shut behind him refusing to let go of her now that he finally had her. Groaning against her luscious lips, he revelled in the small impatient sounds she was making. She would take his bottom lip playfully between her teeth, force his lips apart then dip her dancing tongue into his mouth for him to taste.

"Ti voglio..." (I want you) He murmured as his fingers trailed the front of her dress, his prying tips pulling down the zipper allowing him a better view of her brȅaśts.

"Sono tua..." (I'm yours) She responded knowing it was all he wanted to hear.
Denying him had been torture; yet being with him never came easy. Nothing about their relationship came easy, in fact there always seemed to be someone causing problems between them. If it wasn't Giuseppa, it was Elena.

Boldly, Adriana began quick work on his tie then shirt buttons, forcing them roughly through the loops as if they were racing against time.

"Baby..." He captured her hands within his, bringing a stop to her shaking eager fingers. "We have all night..."
With those words he strode forward guiding her backwards towards the bed, his prize destination. He longed to see her on it. Her head tossed back against the pillows, the slight arch in her back as he gave her all he had to give.

Their lips locked together once more as he continued to guide her until the back of her knees clashed against the foot of the bed finally reaching their destination.
Their hands remained frantic, sliding into each other's hair, tugging at the roots and twisting each other's heads at different angles in an attempt to explore more of their longing mouths.

Finally Adriana settled a palm on Salvatore's chest; she pushed against him forcing him a step backwards as their lips detached with a pop.

"Amore..." (My love...) He whined not ready for the separation as he sucked in some much required oxygen.

She took the right side of her bottom lip between her teeth with a slight twinkle in her eye. Both hands making their way to the second main zip of her dress to the right side of her body.
As heat rushed to her cheeks she found the courage to slowly pull down the zipper, gliding it down inch by inch. Keeping her eyes directly on him, she smiled noticing the way he held his breath as he remained hypnotized by her actions.
As the dress pooled around her feet she couldn't help but notice his heated gaze drop to the ground. With every move she made he became her willing prisoner.

Slowly but surely his eyes began to trace back up her body. Starting from the edge of her ankles which remained trapped within the heaped material.
His stare began a journey up towards her perfect thighs. The same thighs she would continuously complain about after each and every workout.