13. Don't go out there. He's waiting.

ERICA

I kissed him back just as hungrily as he kissed me, I had decided to stop holding back especially when he was showing me the side of him that I could’ve never expected, that too something so intense directed at me. I never imagined, much less ever hoped to be the centre of someone’s obsession but looking into his eyes I feel like one.

Gasping for breath, I wrenched my mouth away from his and on my knees, I moved toward him, pushing him back until I straddled him. “Antonio...”

“Yes,” He murmured, kissing the side of my throat, my pulse point and the curve of my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around him as I pulled myself up until his côck was cradled between my thighs, rubbing against my pussy. “I need you inside me.”

“Take me, Il mio piccolo diavolo.” His thick voice rolled through me like a heated caress as I inched up and he notched the thick head of his côck at my opening.

With a low moan I slid down on his length, my sensitive walls clenching around him. The thick groan that