Chapter 52 Fifty Two
Salvatore eased his cock from Mira's mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head. Mira let out a soft cry
“Dont worry, darling. It's my turn.”His gaze never left hers.
Closing his eyes for the briefest moment, he drew in a slow breath, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice low enough to send a shiver through her.
Salvatore lowered his head between her thighs. His tongue moved slowly over her slick folds, savoring every shiver that rippled through her body and every tremor that ran along her thighs.
A sharp gasp escaped Mira before she could stop it.
Every nerve in her body seemed to come alive, her fingers clutching the sheets as a shudder coursed through her. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her breathing turning uneven as she fought to steady herself.
“Sal…” she whispered, his name barely more than a trembling breath.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her heart pounding so hard she was certain he could hear it.
He kept her pinned open with firm hands, licking deep into her pussy with long, deliberate strokes before sucking her swollen clit between his lips. Mira's hips bucked hard against his mouth, her fingers twisting into his hair as wet sounds filled the room.
Ah…” Mira breathed, her voice trembling.
He pulled back just enough to growl against her dripping entrance. "You taste so fucking good."
Then he dove back in, tongue thrusting inside her while two thick fingers pushed into her tight heat, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside. Mira cried out, her legs shaking as he pumped his fingers faster, sucking and licking without mercy.
Her juices coated his chin and lips as he devoured her, the mess spreading across the sheets beneath them. Salvatore added a third finger, stretching her open while his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit. Mira's back arched off the bed, her moans turning into broken gasps as the pressure built fast and hot.
Fuck…” she breathed, her voice shaking
"Come on, my tongue," he ordered, voice rough. He sealed his mouth over her and sucked hard, fingers driving deep and relentless until her walls clenched around him. Mira came with a sharp cry, her pussy pulsing and gushing around his fingers, soaking his hand and the bed even more.
Salvatore didn't stop. He licked her through every aftershock, tongue lapping up every drop of her release while his free hand stroked his own hard cock. When her trembling eased, he rose over her body, rubbing the thick head of his cock through her soaked folds.
“Finally,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’re exactly where I want you.”
Salvatore pushed inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her still-spasming pussy. Mira moaned loudly at the stretch, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Salvatore started fucking her with deep, steady strokes, each one thrust filled with the obscene sound of her wet pussy as he slammed his cock hard into her.
“Finally,” he said, a dangerous smile tugging at his lips. “You’re mine.”
The room filled with the wet slap of skin on skin and Mira's breathless cries. He grabbed her hips, angling her so he could pound deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.
Mira's legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer as he fucked her harder, sweat-slicked bodies sliding together.
“You’re mine, Mira. Every defiant look. Every trembling breath. Every piece of you.”
Salvatore leaned down to kiss her messily, letting her taste herself on his tongue while he kept driving into her.
"You feel so tight around me," he grunted against her lips. His pace grew rougher, hips snapping forward as he chased his own release. “I’m never going to be satisfied with just one moment of you.”
Mira's second orgasm hit suddenly, her pussy clamping down around his cock as she came again, soaking him further. The tight squeeze pushed Salvatore over the edge too. He buried himself deep and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy until it overflowed, leaking out around his shaft with each slow thrust.
He stayed inside her, rocking gently through the aftershocks, their bodies sticky and spent. Salvatore kissed her neck softly, still half-hard within her.
Salvatore searched her face for a long moment, as though committing every detail to memory.
A slow smile touched his lips, but there was nothing gentle about it.
His thumb brushed lightly across her cheek.
“Remember this, Mira. No matter how hard you try to run from me… you’ll always find your way back.”
His gaze darkened.
“You’ve become my favorite sin.”
A quiet laugh escaped him. I thought having you would quiet the obsession.” He shook his head once. “It only made it worse.”
Salvatore lingered for a moment, his dark gaze fixed on her as though he were memorizing every inch of her face.
Then, without another word, he rose from the bed.
“Get some rest,” he said quietly, his voice carrying the same calm authority it always had. “You’re going to need it.”
He bent to retrieve his clothes from the floor, gathering them in one hand.
Mira watched him in silence, still trying to make sense of everything that had happened. He didn’t look back. He simply turned and walked toward the door, completely unbothered by his nakedness.
At the doorway, he paused for the briefest second.
“Goodnight, Mira.”
Then he stepped out, closing the door behind him with a quiet click, leaving her alone with the echo of his presence.