Diavolo

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PRESLEY

"Give me your mouth, Angel." He murmured glancing down at me like he was waiting for me to make the first move. "I want that dirty little mouth on mine."

I bit down on my bottom lip and stood on my toes, itching my head higher to meet his because quite frankly, there was nothing that could have stopped me from denying him.

He leaned down on instinct like it was some kind of magnetic pull and I placed a hand on his chest, feeling his hard body beneath my fingertips.

A shaky breath escaped my lips when he moved the hand from my hips down to the curve of my ass and squeezed an ass check.

        He sealed his lips over mine, groaning into my mouth like he'd been denied of something and this was his first taste of it.

My body went lax as he pulled me close, tightly against him with an adamant thug, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

        "Ah. Goddamn." He groaned out, sucking on my lower lip and his strong hands moving everywhere, cupping my ass to rub me against his erection in a up and motion.

A trickle of hot desire ran down my spine and consumed me in a haze of bright red and it was too much. The desire. Everything he was giving me.

It was as if he'd ripped open his vulnerabilities and doors for me, and bared his soul to me. Clashing his tongue against mine, his hands sliding over my ass to land a slap on it and it hurt in the sweetest way possible.

He backed me up a couple of steps without breaking off the kiss, and had my ass pressed to the desk before I could realize he was towering over me.

His fingers tugging at the buttons of my jeans in a frustrated manner while I ran a hand through his dark hair, sliding through it and tugging the ends.

        "Fucking jeans." He said breathlessly, breaking off the kiss momentarily to snap off the buttons of my jeans in one experienced and swift motion. "No more of these."

The sound of the buttons falling to the ground like dominos reverberated in the room, and the intensity and warmth of his big, hard body filled the space around me.

The smell of the rich masculine scent of his skin as he pressed his lips into the crook of my neck.

        His lips trailed down lower and lower, kissing every single inch of bare brown skin he could find. "So fucking beautiful, Angel."

My eyes closed of their own violation, intensity and warmth filled my heart at the intimacy of his voice.

"Thank you." I said breathlessly, digging my fingernails into his shoulder as an attempt to keep myself upright while one of his hands pushed inside my jeans and between my legs.

He was just so dominant and demanding, knowing what he wanted and was on the hunt to get exactly that.

A shaky breath and my eyes rolled to the back of my head trying to contain myself in the best way possible.

"Oh fuck." I moaned lowly when I felt his mouth surround the tip of my breast, sucking and biting and his thumb rubbed slightly against my clit. "Silvio."