Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I bite my lip, feeling a rush of desire wash over me. "Yes," I whisper, turning to look at him.
He grins, his eyes darkening with lust. "Let's go," he says, taking my hand and leading me out of the boutique.
“But we haven’t even paid yet?” I protest as he leads me down the street wearing the dress I hadn’t changed out of yet.
“Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of. They’ll send over the rest this afternoon.”
“The rest?” Our quick pace and Masrco’s extraordinary generosity are making it hard to find my breath.
We make our way back to the hotel quickly, our fingers entwined as we weave through the bustling crowds of tourists and locals. I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my mind consumed with thoughts of Marco and what he might do to me.
When we arrive at the hotel, he leads me to his room, his hand hot against mine. He pushes the door open, pulling me inside before closing it with a quiet click.
"Marco," I say, my voice a low murmur.
“Tell me again that you want to make me happy, Filia.”
“I do,” I say. “I want to make you happy.”
“Good girl,” he says, tilting my chin so that I’m staring into his intense gray eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?" I ask breathlessly.
He steps closer, his hands finding my waist. "Whatever I want."
Chapter Six
His kiss is fierce, filled with passion, and it sends shivers down my spine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me as our tongues mingle together.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Take off the dress," he commands, his voice low and husky.
I nod, my fingers trembling as I reach for the zipper. The dress falls to the ground in a soft whisper of fabric, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my underwear. He reaches for me, pulling me into his arms as his lips find my neck.
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bed, laying me down gently as his hands roam over my body.
My breath comes out in shallow pants as he trails kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping gently at my skin. I moan softly, my hands running through his hair as his lips trail down my body.
He takes his time, savoring every inch of my skin, his touch sending bolts of electricity through my body. When he finally reaches my center, my body is on fire, and I arch my back, crying out in pleasure as his tongue works its magic.
I gasp at the sensation, my body arching against him as he trails kisses up to my collarbone. He cups my breasts in his hands, his thumbs flicking over my nipples as he groans in pleasure.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispers, his voice rough.
He glances to the window. "You'd look better in the sunlight."
I'm confused until he lifts me easily, carrying me to the window. I inhale sharply as he presses my tits against the glass. I can see the Trevia Fountain below, tourists all around, oblivious to what we're doing instead of sightseeing.
"Marco," I breathe, my eyes riveted to the busy street below.
His hands are on me, caressing my body, making me shiver with desire. My eyes close, my head falling back against his shoulder as his lips find my neck, his hands cupping my breasts.
"You're so fucking sexy when you're out of control," he murmurs into my ear.
I'm panting with need, my body tense with desire. His touch is driving me crazy, and I can feel myself growing wetter by the second.
. He leans me forward, my boobs press against the window as he caresses my body.
"You're so goddamn hot," he whispers into my ear.
My nipples are hard against the cold glass. He presses against me, his hands cupping my ass, his hard cock pressing at the opening of my pussy. I reach for his waist, pulling him closer to me. Heat radiates off of our bodies.
I turn my head and kiss him, my tongue darting into his mouth. His hands exploring every inch of me, my breasts, my ass, my hips and thighs. A fire is burning inside of me, and I'm so wet that I can feel it through my panties.
He slides one hand down my stomach, the other up the inside of my legs, his fingers brushing against my inner thigh. He slides a finger beneath the edge of my panties, and I feel it dance against my wet folds.
I moan softly, my body on fire with desire, and he pulls away to look at me. "You're soaked," he says, his voice a low whisper.
He slides his fingers over my clit, pressing gently against it. I moan again, my fingers digging into his ass.