Chapter 45 Forty five
Mira’s hands moved on their own, sliding around his neck and into his hair. She felt dizzy, like she couldn’t think straight anymore. Her heart was beating too fast.
He kissed her harder, not holding back. One hand stayed in her hair, the other held her hip tightly, pulling her against him.
Her breath broke as she made a small, shaky sound, overwhelmed by how close he was and how easily she was losing control.
Salvatore broke the kiss, slowly. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mixing in the small space between them. His grip on her softened, but he didn’t let go.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then he spoke, low and rough. “See?” he murmured. “You want me.”
His thumb brushed her jaw gently, like he was testing how far she would let him go.
“Be honest,” he said, then tilted his head and kissed along her neck,tracing soft kisses. “Tell me you want me to stay.”
His mouth lingered there, his voice darker now against her skin.
“And if you tell me to go this time…” he paused, pulling back just enough to look at her, eyes heavy and sure, “I’ll stop.”
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, Salvatore slowly pulled away from her.
His jaw tightened slightly, but his eyes stayed on her.
“Look at me,” he said quietly. He waited until her eyes met his and held them there.
Then, without breaking eye contact, Salvatore pulled his shirt off in one slow motion and tossed it aside.
Mira’s breath caught before she could stop it.
Her eyes dropped, then she hated herself for it… and still couldn’t look away.
His shoulders, his chest, the defined lines of his body there was nothing careless about him. This man standing in front of her was undeniably beautiful and she wouldn’t mind spending hours just looking at him.
Her heart started to race, fast and uneven.
She forced her gaze back up to his face, but it didn’t help. She could still see him clearly in her mind, every detail burned in.
Salvatore watched her. A faint, knowing look crossed his face, like he was enjoying her lose a battle she hadn’t even admitted she was fighting.
Mira’s eyes followed his hands as they moved lower, her breath catching again when he reached his shorts.
Her thoughts stalled.
She should look away. She should say something anything to make him stop.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she watched as he pushed them down and stepped out of them slowly,leaving him only in his black boxer. Mira kept staring then she noticed his a scar on his left side of his abs without thinking she walks up to him and trace her finger on it.
Mira swallowed, her voice softer now. “How did you get this?”
Salvatore’s eyes stayed on her face.
For a moment, he didn’t answer.
Then, low and calm, he said, “Something that didn’t kill me.”
Mira didn’t stop.
Her fingers kept tracing the scar, slower now, like she was memorizing it. Like she couldn’t help herself even if she tried. The rest of the room faded again, the reason why she shouldn’t be doing this, everything deleted… It was just him.
Salvatore’s jaw tightened slightly.
“Watch yourself, Mira,” he said lowly.
There was a warning in his voice, restrained, like he was holding back.
Mira didn’t pull away. If anything, she stepped closer.
Her fingers moved again, lightly brushing across his skin, following the lines of him without thinking. She had no idea where this sudden boldness, reckless came from. One minute she hated him and now she wants him so bad.
“I am watching myself,” she whispered,
His hand caught her wrist… enough to stop her wandering touch.
His eyes held hers.
Fuck,” he muttered.
In one quick move, he pushed her back onto the bed and came down with her. The mattress dipped under their weight. He caught both her wrists and held them above her head with one hand while the other grip her thigh, opening her leg wide and pressing his body against them squeezing her thigh
Mira’s breath hitched.
Their faces were close now. Just an inch away.
Salvatore’s breathing was heavier, but his eyes stayed locked on hers.
“I want to fuck you,” he said lowly. “So badly it’s messing with my head.” His grip stayed steady, not hurting her, but not letting her go either.
“But I won’t touch you,” he added, voice rough, “unless you say yes.”
His eyes searched her face.
“If I fuck you I won’t be gentle. I don’t want to be. Every inch of this beautiful body will crave to be touched by me.. devoured by me, and I can’t promise one night so can I ?” His thumb brushed lightly against her wrist, softer now.
“But don’t stay silent,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
Her breath was uneven, but she forced her voice to stay steady.
“You’re just full of yourself,” Mira said, eyes narrowing at him. “What makes you think I want you?”
For a moment, there was silence.
Salvatore studied her like she had challenged something he already knew the answer to.
Then a slow, faint smirk appeared on his lips.
“You talk too much,” he said quietly.He leaned in closer, his voice dropping. “I’ll show you,” he said.