In The Devil’s Keeping

His Fiery Touch

At those words, Antonio's eyes darkened.

He held my arms above my head, pinning them securely.

I tried to squirm out of his hold but I couldn’t, his hold on me was strong and I was loving it.

His lips melted into mine again, claiming them as his while he nipped on my shoulder.

He trailed kisses down my neck, all the way to my collar bone, a moan escaped my lips.

His lips brushed against my ear.

"Are you sure you want to get burned, Fiore?", his voice came as a husky whisper.

I nodded, unable to form words.

He shook his head, looking at me intently.

"No, Fiore. You have to really say it", his voice sounded low and strangled.

It was like he was struggling to resist me.

And me?

I hated this man.

He was my captor and yet I was drawn to him.

Just one kiss made me want to submit to him.

As much as it scared me, I was definitely going to fall under his touch.

"Yes", I said, licking my swollen lips.

He moved fast.

Our lips collided hard, fast and hungry, like rabid animals starving. Starving for each other's touch.

He kept one hand pinning my arms to the bed firmly while his other hand roamed around my body.

It landed on my boob, fondling it roughly.

I could feel my panties getting damp with arousal.

My breathing came out in loud moans.

His mouth found mine again, our tongues dancing hungrily.

"M-More", I stuttered.

Antonio smiled, my neediness clearly edging him on. He released my hands and pulled my dress right over my head.

My hands instinctively flew to my body, trying to stop him from looking.

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

He chuckled lightly, his eyes twinkled with amusement.

I slowly removed my hands, keeping them at my side stiffly.

He leaned in, kissing my neck and bit it, a wave of pleasure ran down my spine.

He reached behind me, unclasping my bra.

My boobs pilled out of the bra and I squeezed the sheets beneath me.

"Beautiful, Fiore", he said taking in the sight of my exposed boobs.

He pushed my shoulder, forcing me to lay back on the bed.

I didn't fight it.

He took one of my boobs in his hand, squeezing it and pulling on my hardened n*****s.

Meanwhile, he put his mouth on the other one, tracing circles with his tongue

I held his hair, my moans were frantic.

My core twitched with need...

He was making me lose my wits and he had only begun..

He alternated between his hand and his mouth on my boobs.

I was getting wetter by the second.

He pulled away, his gaze searching my face for any hint of disapproval.

Finding none, he smirked.

I saw the clear outline of his arousal through his boxers. He was hard.

I stretched my hand hesitantly to touch it, Antonio didn't make any move to stop me.

Instead he watched me proudly, like I was touching what belonged to me.

I brushed my hand against his bulge.

He shook his head.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know how to-", I whispered softly.

"I know. I know more about you than you know... Estelle", he hesitated when mentioning my name like it was a forbidden word.

I flinched at the mention of my name, my eyes going wide.

"I know you've never been with any man before", he said as he stood up from the bed, taking a cigar from his pocket and lighting it.

I felt exposed and I desperately wanted to shrink into myself.

"Yes..", I answered in defeat.

There was no denying it.

"I know", he answered finally setting the cigarette in the ashtray and making his way back to the bed.

He tugged at my panties, eyebrow raised.

I slapped his hand and took them off myself, throwing it in his face.

He peeled them off slowly, his head tilted slightly as he looked at me.

I returned his stare, no longer backing down.

Yes... I hadn’t had any experience with a guy.

But so what?

He shook his head with a smirk and nudged my legs apart.

I held my breath, waiting for what he was going to do.

Then without warning he lifted me by my legs, and now my lower half was partly on his body while my upper half was still on the bed.

"Hey-", I protested.

He dove his tongue across my slick folds, cutting off my next sentence.

I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his thighs.

He went even harder.

His tongue danced on my c**t, licking it in circles, then in an up and down motion.

His tongue went into my p***y and f****d it.

His mouth would occasionally suck on my c**t, marking it as his.

My moans intensified

The sensation was driving me mad and I could feel a wave of ecstasy about to flood through me.

He went faster with his movements, my body tensed up and I cried out.

My body shook yet he didn't stop, he kept on devouring my p***y and my eyes welled up with tears from the immense pleasure.

Then he stopped, laying me down on the bed completely as he licked his lips hungrily.

His dark gaze bore into me as he sat opposite me, allowing me to catch my breath and steady myself.

"That was...wow", I gasped still catching my breath.

He nodded and got up to leave.

Without any second thoughts, I placed my hand on his thigh.

He looked at me puzzled.

I pointed at the bulge still evident in his trousers, "Aren't you going to take care of that?", I asked eagerly.

I don't know what he did to me but I wasn't satisfied.. instead I wanted more, my body was craving him even more.

"What do you suggest, Fiore?", his voice was deep with need.

"I was thinking if–", I muttered but I caught myself before I spoke tearing my gaze from him.

"If what?", he asked, his hand clapsed around my throat lightly as he forced me to look at him.

"I was thinking if we could have s*x", I blurted out almost immediately.