Christian

I didn’t understand the man that had overtaken me. This overwhelming need and possessiveness had never been a part of my nature. But, it was impossible to deny when it came to Mia and I decided to let this darker side of me reign free for the moment and worry about psychoanalyzing myself later.

The door to the limo opened just as Mia said, “yes.” I wasn’t sure if she understood the true magnitude of what she’d just agreed to. She would soon enough, though.

I hopped out and waved the valet away, reaching my hand in to help Mia from the car. As she stepped out, the evening sunshine illuminated the sky behind her, giving her a glow that highlighted every facet of her beauty. Damn, she was gorgeous. And about to be wholly mine.

Taking her hand, I locked it around my arm before leading her inside. A young man sat at the front desk, probably no more than nineteen or twenty, and he smiled politely at me as we approached. When his eyes strayed to the woman at my side, his pupils dilated and his mouth hung slack. I heard a low rumble of sound and the clerk’s eyes darted back to me, his cheeks reddening. It was then I realized that the sound had come from me. I’d growled at the little pipsqueak.

Mia’s hand was vibrating on my arm and I turned my head to see her shaking with silent laughter. It was completely infectious and I found myself grinning back at her and shrugging a little sheepishly. However, when I faced the desk once again, I pulled her in close to my side so it was clear that she was taken. The boy avoided looking to my right again and stammered out a greeting.

I asked for a room for a couple of nights and pushed my passport across the desk.

“I’m sorry, but we are completely full, Mr…” The clerk picked up my ID and for the second time, he looked a little shell-shocked.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you, Mr. DeLuca,” he apologized quickly. “I’ll have a room prepared for you immediately.”

I frowned at his response. I’d forgotten about the influence of the DeLuca name, especially in this neighborhood. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to forget it, that we’d go somewhere else, when the words stalled in my throat. Mia shifted her weight to her right foot and brushed a lock of molasses colored hair out of her face, tucking it behind one ear. She looked a little nervous.

Just this once. I didn’t want to give Mia the opportunity to change her mind. Looking back at the clerk, I shut my mouth and silently waited for him to finish typing. He smiled brightly as he handed me a key fob. “You’re in suite 4515 and it’s an open-ended reservation. Just let us know when you are ready to check out, sir.”

I nodded my acceptance and steered Mia over to the circular bank of lifts in the center of the room. I tapped 45 on a keypad and it instructed us to wait at lift B. With every passing minute, the sexual tension between us wound tighter and tighter. The doors eventually slid open and we were joined by a couple with three children before it began its slow assent. If it hadn’t been for those kids I’m not sure I could have restrained myself, and seeing as how the walls were glass…I was grateful for the chaperones.

Until they got off on the twenty-fifth floor. Fuck.

Mia looked up at me through her long, dark lashes and what little blood was left in my brain rushed south. My hand tightened at her waist.

“Unless you want to find yourself with your beautiful ass pressed up against the glass of this lift and me deep inside you, you need to stop looking at me like that.”

Her eyes widened a little then shifted to stare at the numbers above the door as we climbed from floor to floor.

“About bloody time,” I snapped gruffly when the lift finally came to a stop and the doors whooshed open. I was at the end of my patience, so I swept Mia into my arms before stalking down the hall until I was at a door marked 4515.

“Christian!” Mia protested, wiggling in my arms. “Put me down.”

I hushed her as I fumbled to wave the fob over the magnetic lock pad on the door. “Think of it as practicing for our wedding night,” I quipped.

She stiffened in my arms, but I barely noticed as the door finally disengaged and swung open. Once inside, I kicked the door shut and let Mia’s legs fall to the ground as I pressed her back against the hard surface. My mouth crashed down over hers, one hand sliding around to protect the back of her head and the other gripping her hip.

She inhaled quickly, pressing her breasts into my chest and I groaned as I took advantage of the opening, plunging my tongue into the sweet recesses of her mouth. Her strawberry and honey taste was every bit as delicious as the first time I’d kissed her. Only now, I tasted a desperation that matched my own.

Holding her close and keeping our lips sealed together, I maneuvered us around and slowly walked her backward until we reached a bedroom. As we crossed the threshold, she tripped in her tall heels but I swiftly caught her and lifted, wrapping her long legs around my waist.

Her skirt bunched up at her waist, leaving very little barrier between her sex and my bulging erection. When they connected, she let out a little sigh and it tore at every facet of my control.

“I fucking love that sound, Mia,” I growled as my lips slid down to her jaw before trailing kisses over her throat. My knees made contact with the bed and I slowly lowered her to her back. I was loath to let her go, but I needed to feel her and it was the only way to get her clothes off.

“You look stunning, darling, but this outfit isn’t exactly easy access,” I murmured as I searched her top for a zipper or button of some kind. It was tucked into her leather skirt but it didn’t move when I tried to tug it out.

“It’s a body suit,” she panted. Her cheeks pinkened prettily, “It unsnaps…between, um, my legs.”

I raised a single brow and gave her a salacious grin. “Is that so?” The side zipper on her skirt gave way easily and I slipped it off, gazing down at her lace covered body. Sure enough, the top had a snap at the apex of her thighs and my mouth began to water at the thought of tasting her there.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, pushing her legs wide open as they dangled. Then I leaned in and grasped the fabric with my teeth, pulling the two sections apart. My teeth scraped roughly over her center and she cried out, her hips bucking.

Once the body suit was undone, another thin, lacy scrap of fabric was all that stood between me and heaven. I was out of patience so I grasped it and twisted, pulling hard and tearing her panties away.

“Damn, love. Look how wet you are for me,” I breathed in awe. Her pussy was pink and swollen, glistening with her arousal. I flattened my tongue against her and licked from bottom to top. Sweet ambrosia burst on my tongue, and I went into a feeding frenzy.

Mia’s hands dove into my hair and she pulled hard with every swipe of my tongue, every nibble and suck. I watched her writhe above me, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breathing grew erratic. Her lips were compressed tight and I immediately hated it.

I shifted the focus of my mouth to her sensitive little bud while slowly inserting a finger inside her heat. Curling it up, I rubbed the perfect spot and was rewarded when her head slammed back into the mattress and she screamed.

“Good girl,” I praised her. “That’s what I want. To hear everything you feel.” I bit her a little harder to gain her attention. Her eyes trudged open and the hazel orbs were restless and unfocused. “Do you understand me?” I pressed.

She nodded blearily and when I pressed my finger to that magic spot again, she hissed almost silently and arched her back. It was clear that staying quiet was instinctual for some reason, and I was determined to break her of this habit.

“Mia, love, what did I say?” I halted everything I was doing, staying completely still until she gave me her attention.

“Um, you want to hear…”

“Everything,” I finished for her. “No holding back.”

Experimentally, I sucked hard on her clit as I dragged my finger out of her pussy, making sure to press long and hard into her G-spot.

Her mouth pressed closed for only a heartbeat before she let go and screamed, her hands clenching in my hair and pressing my face into her pussy. I gladly followed her silent command and put everything I had into eating her while I used two fingers to rhythmically push her towards her orgasm.

She pressed her core up into my face and her legs came up to my shoulders and tightened around my head. I could barely breath but I didn’t give a flying fuck, especially when in the next second, she flew over the edge and liquid gushed into my mouth as my name ripped from her lips.

I gently licked her clean as she descended from her high, then kissed each bare thigh. As I pushed to my feet, I groaned in pain from the stiffness of my cock. My pants were a mess from all the precome leaking from the tip.

Mia looked like a goddess spread out on the bed, but the picture wasn’t perfect yet. I helped her sit up before pulling the bodysuit up and over her head. Then I unclasped her bra and drew it down over her arms before tossing it in a pile with the rest of her clothes.

Her tits were full and round, tipped with dark nipples, hardened into sharp points. Tenderly, I pressed her shoulders until she laid back down and I could properly gaze at all of her.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

My scorching eyes devoured every inch of her as I reached to undo my belt. “Oh, Mia. We’ve barely begun.”