Chapter 11: Till You Can’t Walk
1365 Words
Emily’s POV
A moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.
“Mmm… Dario…”
He immediately caught the sound with his mouth, and swallowed it with another hot bruising kiss that left me gasping for air.. no it left me gasping for him.
His body gently pressed mine into the sheets, hard and unrelenting, and I hated how desperately I melted beneath him.
“You taste like sin,” he murmured against my lips. “My sin.. my sweet sin ”
My fingers clutched at the sheets, little inaudible weak protests died in my throat as his mouth moved lower.. down my jaw, towards the curve of my neck, then at the edge of my collarbone.
“Mmmhhh… mmmm”
Each kiss set tiny sparks racing under my skin, leaving me arching helplessly into him for more.
“Stop,” I whispered, even as my back arched for him to continue.
‘Enjoy now, complain later I guess’ cause bloody hell I wanted to release so bad.
He chuckled in a dark and low way as though he heard my thoughts. “Your mouth says stop, but your body says stay.”
Before I could voice out a protest, his hand slid under my robe, and his fingers slowly brushed my bare thigh.
Fvck!
Then his mouth descended, hot and open over my bre@st.
“You say.. Stop yet your n*****s are peeking at me..” was all I heard before..
“Ahh.. shii!” The moan ripped from me, raw and unguarded, as his lips closed around my sensitive n****e.
His tongue teased in slow, maddening circles until I thought I’d lose my mind.
“gods, Dario.. please.. ”
“That’s it.. please what…,” he growled against my skin, the vibration shot straight through my core right into my brain and down my legs. “.. Say my name when you fall apart.”
Without warning, he switched to the other breast, sucking harder this time, until I was gasping and writhing beneath him. Heat slowly built its way low in my stomach, I could feel the coils of fire and brimstone winding tighter and tighter in between my legs with every flick of his tongue.
“Mm… ahhh…” The sounds poured out from my mouth without any iota of selfcontrol. I tried to bury my face in the pillow next to me, but he only laughed against my skin and pulled the pillow away with his free hand.
“Don’t hide from me. I want every sound and moan.. I want to know if it’ll sound better and sexier than last time.”
And then he began to trail lower.
Slow, deliberate kisses down my mounds.
Across my ribs… My stomach. Each press of his lips pulled another broken noise from me.. it sounded like soft desperate little whimpers that I couldn’t choke down.
“Dario.. please.. sto.. please.. mmhhh”
But he didn’t listen.. When he reached my navel, my hips jerked involuntarily towards him and his hands pressed them firmly back to the mattress.
“Patience,” he commanded with a warm yet evil smirk.. like he enjoyed what he was doing, like he enjoyed seeing me..
“Dario…” My voice was already wrecked, my body trembling.
His lips brushed just above the edge of my waist line, heat burned through the thin panties I wore.
“Fuckkk.. Mm… ahhh.. ” I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets.
His breath hovered over me, scorching, promising and unbearable. He slowly kissed my skin sending jolts of electricity throughout my body with every bloody slow torment..
And just as he was about to..
His phone rang, shattering the moment and jolting me to my senses like a slap.
Dario froze, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might break. His breath was still there between my thighs, so close, so damn close, and yet….
A savage curse ripped from him as he snatched the phone from the nightstand.
“What? what the f**k do you want?” His voice was as sharp and lethal as a blade.
I quickly turned my face away, as my cheeks were burning, my heart was racing, and my body was desperately screaming for what he was about to give me yet hadn’t given me.
His expression twisted as he listened.. fury, frustration, something raw.. before he smoothed it into the cold mask I had seen that night in the elevator.
“I’ll be there,” he snapped, and slammed the phone down.
The silence that followed was unbearable.
He lifted himself from me, chest heaving, eyes still dark with hunger. For a heartbeat of a second even though I didn’t want to believe it, I thought he’d ignore the call. That he’d finish what he started.
But he pushed away from me and stood in one fluid motion.
And I who had been left trembling, half undone, with every nerve in my body still screaming for him could only stare.
He left me alone sprawled on the bed, trembling and unsatisfied. My skin still tingled where his mouth had been, every part of me screaming for what he hadn’t given me.
Dario calmly raked a hand through his hair, muttering something sharp under his breath before walking towards the bathroom.
The sound of running water filled the silence, I sat up slowly and wrapped my arms around myself.
The ache between my thighs was unbearable. My lips tingled from his kisses, my breasts still felt sensitive from where his mouth had claimed them.
Frustration burned through me.. at him, at myself, at this stupid, impossible pull that kept tugging me towards him.
When the door opened again, steam floated out, carrying the clean and masculine scent of his soap.
And then he appeared.
Only a towel clung to his hips. His broad well chiseled chest glistened, water droplets slid down over his taut muscle, and disappeared into the line of fabric low on his waist.
I literally forgot how to breathe.
The moment he caught me staring. His mouth tilted in something between a smirk and a challenge, but his eyes… his eyes still burned.
Heat shot through me all over again, so strong it made my knees weak even though I was sitting.
I needed to cool down. To gather myself. To pretend I wasn’t seconds away from begging him to take me without mercy.
But no.. I couldn’t lower my pride so I forced myself to stand, brushing past him toward the bathroom.
He didn’t move aside.
“Excuse me,” I muttered, though my voice cracked.
Instead of moving, his arm shot out, and braced against the wall.
Blocking my path.
My pulse hammered as his body loomed over mine. The towel, the heat radiating from his damp skin, the droplets still tracing down his chest.. I couldn’t look away..
“Dario..”
His other hand slid slowly along the wall, caging me in. I could feel the whisper of his breath against my cheek, smell the soap and heat still clinging to him.
I tried to move away, but the wall at my back and his body at my front left no escape. My palms pressed against his chest instinctively, only to realize how solid and how hot he was beneath my fingers.
My knees buckled.
“W.. what are you doing?” My voice was breathless.
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“I owe you now,” he whispered with a low voice, every syllable a promise that made my stomach flip. “And I always pay my debts.”
A shiver ran through my body so strong I nearly melted on the spot.
“Dario.. you have work..” I whispered his name like a plea.
His mouth curved against my skin. “Next time, little wife,” he murmured, his tone sinful enough to make my thighs clench. “I’ll make sure you can’t walk after.”
He finally pushed back with a smirk in place, leaving me dazed, burning, and blushing harder than I ever thought possible.
And the worst part? I f*****g believed him.
- Writer
