Chapter 50 Fifty
Mira’s breath was still caught in her throat when Salvatore pulled back just enough to look at her. His dark eyes held hers, and there was something ruthless in them now. Something that made her stomach clench.
“What are you doing?” she asked, and this time fear mixed with the desire.
He didn’t answer. He simply reached down and slid his hands under her arms, lifting her from the chair. Mira’s feet barely touched the ground before she was against him, trapped between his body and the chair.
“Salvatore.” She pushed against his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Put me down”
“Won't do that.” He pulled her closer, his hand sliding down to grip her hip. His fingers dug in just hard enough that she felt the warning in it. “Enough with the pretense; it's exhausting.”
She tried to turn her head away, but he caught her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look at him. There was no softness in his face now. Just raw possession.
”if you want me take me,” he said quietly, and his voice was more dangerous than any shout could be. “Claim me however you”
“I don't want you ” she started, but he cut her off.
“You do. You just don't know how to take what you want” He released her chin only to wrap his arm around her waist, lifting her off the ground. She grabbed his neck instinctively, her protest dying as he held her against him. “Let me teach you.”
Mira struggled, or tried to, but even she wasn’t sure anymore if she was fighting him or fighting herself.
“Put me down,” she said, but there was no conviction in it.
“No.” He carried her toward the stairs, each step deliberate. He wasn’t asking permission. He wasn’t even pretending to care about her protests. “Tonight am making you mine.”
He carried her up the stairs and down the dimly lit hallway. Salvatore’s bedroom door stood open, and he didn’t slow his pace as he crossed the threshold. The room was all dark wood and expensive shadows, exactly what she expected from him.
He set her down on the edge of the bed, but didn’t step away. Instead, he stood between her legs, his hands finding her face, tilting it up toward him.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Mira met his eyes shyly. She could see the hunger in them. Raw. Unfiltered.
His lips captured hers again, this time brutally. There was nothing gentle about it. He kissed her like he was claiming her, like he had the right to. His hands gripped her face, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
She gasped against his mouth, and he took advantage of it, kissing her deeper. His tongue was demanding. His teeth nipped at her lip.
When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
“ Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with restraint. “You have no idea how badly I want to be buried inside you.”
“Sal—” she started, her voice barely above a whisper.He silenced her with another kiss.This one was nothing like the last.
It was deeper. Hungrier. More possessive. It stole every thought from her mind, leaving only the pounding of her heart. His lips claimed hers with desperate intensity, and when he caught her lower lip between his teeth, a soft moan escaped before she could stop it.
He pulled back just enough for their foreheads to rest together, his breathing as uneven as hers, his dark eyes never leaving her face. “You’re driving me out of my mind, Mira,” he murmured.
Salvatore stood, his eyes never leaving hers.For a long second, neither of them moved.
Then, with his eyes still holding hers, he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it onto the floor.The muscles across his chest and abdomen tightened as he stepped closer, his gaze still fixed on Mira.
Her breath caught.
“Strip,” he said, his voice low, calm, and
commanding.
Mira couldn’t look away. Every sensible thought in her head told her to walk away. Instead, she stood up frozen, her eyes tracing the lines of his body before meeting his gaze again.
Slowly, her trembling fingers reached for the hem of her tan top. She slid one strap from her shoulder, then the other, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it.
Salvatore watched her every movement, his expression unreadable.
“The bra too, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough. Every instinct in Mira screamed at her to stop.
To leave. To run.
But her body betrayed her.
She remained rooted to the spot beneath the weight of his unwavering gaze.
His eyes slowly traveled over her body before returning to her face, dark with desire.
“Your panties,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Mira’s heart hammered against her ribs.
With trembling fingers, she slipped out of her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. For a moment, she hesitated, her breathing uneven as she met his gaze.
Then, slowly, she hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her red panties and eased them down her legs.
“Fuck,” Salvatore growled, his restraint visibly slipping.
In two long strides, he closed the distance between them.
His lips found hers in a hungry kiss as his hands roamed over her body, pulling her flush against him. His grip tightened at her waist before one hand settled firmly against her hip, holding her as though he had no intention of letting her go.
Every place Salvatores lips met her skin set her on fire.
Mira’s insides were churning in nervousness, desire and excitement. This was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was so intense like his hands and lips were all over her at once. There were no thoughts anymore only burning need.
"Mira ..." Salvatore moaned against her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my throat. Their bodies rubbing against each other like nothing else mattered or existed in the world. driving each other mad with their restless hands and wondering mouths.
Salvatore cupped her face bringing it to his and kissed her deeply as they savored the feel of each other’s lips, tormenting each other with their tongues.
Salvatore’s lips wandered lower, setting a blazing trail across her neck before lingering at the swell of her breasts.
His mouth found her left nipple, and Mira let out a gasp and arched into him her hand on his hair pulling him closer to her.
His lips closed around her hardened nipple, his tongue moving over it slowly before he gave it a gentle bite. A low groan escaped him as though he was losing the battle to control himself
“Fuck…” he muttered against her skin.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes burning with a dangerous kind of hunger.
Then his mouth moved to her other breast, giving it the same slow attention while his hand held the first, his grip firm and possessive. Every shaky breath that left her seemed to feed the darkness inside him, making it harder for him to let her go.
Salvatore…” Mira moaned, her voice soft and unsteady, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations.
She hadn’t known it was possible to feel so completely undone by the touch of his mouth alone. Every kiss left her more breathless than the last, every touch pulling another helpless sound from her lips.
She pressed herself closer to him without thinking, unable to fight the growing ache deep inside her. The thought of being completely his filled her mind, making it harder to remember why she had been trying to resist him in the first place.