Chapter 51 Fifty one
Salvatore pulled away slowly, his eyes still on her as he knelt in front of her. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Mira couldn't help but blush. Standing in front of him like this, naked and exposed, she felt vulnerable.
His fingers traced up her legs, starting slowly at her ankles. He glided his hands up her calves, then swept along her inner thigh. She shivered at his touch.
Heat rushed into her face as she thought about what he might do to her.
Salvatore let out a low groan. "Killer legs," he said, his voice rough.
He leaned in and kissed her thigh softly. The kiss was gentle, but it sent a jolt through her body. His mouth moved against her skin, and she closed her eyes.
"Look at me,” he commanded, never lifting his lips completely from her skin.
Mira slowly opened her eyes and looked down at him.
He was still on his knees before her, his gaze locked on hers with unwavering intensity. The hunger burning in his dark eyes was almost unbearable, raw enough to steal the breath from her lungs.
He pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh, his fingertips gliding lightly over her soft folds. Mira’s breath hitched, a quiet moan escaping before she could stop it as her fingers curled into his hair.
“You’re mine,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and possessive.
Another featherlight kiss followed, leaving a trail of warmth along her thigh. His touch was maddeningly slow, unhurried, as though he intended to savor every second of her trembling beneath him.
He placed a soft kiss against her folds.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered. Parting her folds with agonizing slowness
Mira shivered, her breath catching in her throat.
“Sal…” she moaned, but he cut her off.
“Hush, Mira.” His voice was husky, deep with desire. “Close your eyes… and just enjoy.”
Her lashes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the sound of his voice, every word sending another shiver through her body.
He swept her effortlessly into his arms, as though she weighed nothing at all. Without a word, he carried her to the bed, his gaze never leaving hers for a single second.
Those dark eyes held her captive, burning with quiet possession, as if daring her to look away. She didn’t. She couldn’t.
Salvatore pushed his pants down, and his cock sprang free.
Mira gasped.
He was huge. Thick. Bigger than anything she’d ever seen. Her eyes lingered for a heartbeat too long before they slowly lifted to meet his.
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.
“You see something you like?” he asked softly.
Mira swallowed hard, her thoughts spiraling.
She had imagined him. Dreamed about him. Wondered what he’d be like.
But nothing had prepared her for this.
She should have been ashamed.
Ashamed that she wanted a man so many women had died because of. A man whose hands were stained with blood, whose very name inspired fear.
She should have felt nothing but hatred for the monster he was.
Instead, all she felt was desire.
Before Mira could make sense of the thoughts racing through her mind, Salvatore stepped closer until he was standing right in front of her.
Her breath caught.
He watched her with a slow, unreadable expression, his dark gaze fixed on her face as though he were studying every flicker of emotion she couldn’t hide.
“Tell me, Mira…” His voice was quiet, almost gentle, yet it carried the weight of a command. “Have you ever fucked a man with your mouth?”
“No,” Mira whispered honestly.
The few men she’d been with had never asked that of her. Their encounters had been simple, predictable… mostly missionary. In fact, she’d only given a blowjob once in her life.
She drew in a slow, unsteady breath, willing her pounding heart to calm, but it only hammered harder against her ribs.
Her thoughts ran wild.
What if he didn’t like it? What if I wasn’t good at it?
She wanted it to be good.
Salvatore pulled a pillow down and gently lifted her head, sliding it beneath her. The entire time, Mira couldn’t take her eyes off his cock.
Her heart pounded as she watched him, unable to tear her gaze away. Even the smallest movement drew her attention, leaving her acutely aware of how close he was.
“I know you want to wrap your mouth around it,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Don’t worry… you will.”
Mira swallowed hard.
Words couldn’t find her. Her thoughts scattered, leaving her unable to speak as she simply let him lead.
Salvatore cupped the back of her head, lifting her slightly. He guided himself to her lips and slid his cock into her mouth. He felt so big that Mira gagged, coughed, and instinctively jerked her head back.
Her wide eyes searched his, worry flashing across her face.
He only smiled. “Relax your tongue, darling,” he murmured, his voice calm, patient, and completely in control.
She did what he said, and when he put his cock into her mouth again, it slid in smoothly. As he thrust farther in, the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered.
“Arghh,” he moaned.
Salvatore slowly slid himself out and let her lips cover his head as he slid out of her mouth and then back inside.
“Perfect.” He groaned, his hand on her hair as he slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth.
Mira whimpered on
He took his cock in his hand and let the tip touch her lips, the sticky precum mixing with the saliva on her already moistened lips.
Mira breathed in and could feel him tense as the cool air moved over his cock.
“Easy, now. You’re doing so well. Suck the tip, darling.”
Mira accepted his cock eagerly. Her eyes closed, and she moved her tongue in circles against the tip of his cock. Flipping her tongue on the tip before taking him deep inside her mouth. She moved slowly.
“Fuck.. darling.” Salvatore moaned. “That’s it, just like that.”
She opened my eyes and looked up to see him to see his eyes closed.
“What are you doing?” Salvatore asked, a frown on his face when she stopped.
“I—I don’t know if I'm doing a good job”
“You’re doing great“he groaned, moving, sliding in and out of her mouth. Just imagine how much you want me. And what you want me to do to you.”
The thought of the thing she wanted him to do to her made her pussy drip.
She wanted Everything. Mira took a deep breath and bopped her head faster on his cock. Taking him deeper inside her, she could feel him hitting the back of her throat.
“Yes, darling. That’s more like it.”