14. Touched and Tainted

The kiss wasn’t just a claim; it was a brand. His hands moved to my back, pressing me closer as if he wanted to mold me to him permanently.

And I melted.

I melted in his arms perfectly, as if I were made for it.

A traitorous moan escaped my throat when his lips moved to the sweet spot behind my ear, leaving a trail of kisses along my jawline. He wasn't just kissing me with his lips, but he was worshipping me. With each kiss, it felt like he was burning his name in my flesh.

My fingers curled into his damp hair to push him away but instead, I found myself holding him tighter.

My body was betraying me.

“See?” he smirked against my collarbone, dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin. “You can deny me all you want, but this…” His hand slid down, squeezing my thigh possessively. “This reaction? It’s all mine.”

I gasped when my breathing became erratic. My resolve was crumbling under his gentle touch. My body was melting, becoming a putty in his hands. The undeniable heat roused in between my legs.

A whimper of shame and desire passed my lips. I wanted to push him away and scream at him for treating me so brutally but my body... My body had other plans.

His hand moved to the front. With his knuckles, he grazed the curve of my bosoms and I shuddered.

With a smirk on his lips, he leaned down, kissing his way to my chest. His tongue flicked out to lick my exposed cleavage. My grip on his hair tightened as I squeezed my legs tightly, bringing him closer.

I needed friction down there. Any kind of friction that could soothe the ache.

"I will give you what you need, Dolcezza, but first say that you feel it too," he asked in a dark and demanding voice. "Say that your body belongs to me. Only me"

My eyes grew wider and I gasped loudly when he squeezed my bosoms in between his palms all of a sudden.

Despite the cold water that was constantly drenching me, my entire body was on fire. And I was totally helpless, completely at his mercy.

My rational brain kicked in, and I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"I don't belong to you!"

He just chuckled at my response.

"But your body, Dolcezza, already knows who it belongs to."

He pressed his lips against the nerve pulsing in my neck. One of his hands rested on my shoulder while the other moved down to my hip, adjusting himself against my core, rubbing into me more, pushing me to the edge, leaving me breathless.

"And the truth is, you were made for me.”

My breath hitched as my body trembled. My hips bucked up, moving along with him as he kissed me again, this time slow and deep.

I had never felt like this with anyone before. Then why him?

I was losing myself in him without the fight having even started and this terrified me more than anything else.

He knows how to play with my mind and he is taking advantage of exactly that.

"You can do whatever you want but remember that I am always one step ahead of you," he warned. "Dare to think of another man, and I’ll make you watch as he burns before your eyes. First I will kill him and then I will show you to whom you belong!"

He paced, making it hard for me to even breathe. The fabric of my pants was now scrubbing against my sensitive area. I needed something else.

Heat coursed through my veins, but a small part of my brain still fought to resist.

"But... But what if I am already touched and tainted?" I asked, gasping.

And he stopped.

A moan of disappointment passed my lips.

His eyes darkened and his hold on me tightened.

"I don't care about your past. But now that you are mine, I can't let anyone touch you. You belong to me now, body and soul. And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

His palms moved up to my waist, his rough thumb caressing the mark on my stomach. He stroked it gently as if trying to make it disappear with his mere touch.

And then one of his hands started moving downward. My hand immediately grabbed his wrist from going further.

“Shhh,” he hushed in a dark and hypnotic voice. “Let me feel what’s mine.”

Very slowly, his fingertips made their way down to my stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My hands found their way to his shoulders when his fingers toyed with the hem of my pants. If anything, I felt him growing.

He waited for me to respond, to say anything, to push him but when no resistance came from my side, he moved forward.

With one swift move, he slid his palm inside it. A gasp escaped my lips when the tip of his finger touched my most sensitive bud. He slammed his mouth against mine, swallowing the gasps of surprise.

My nails dug into his shoulders, my legs tightening around him as my body arched into his touch. My body was now completely beyond my control.

My brain screamed at me to push him away but my body? It wanted him to continue with his ministrations.

I was torn.

All my thoughts were cut short when slowly and teasingly he moved his finger up and down my vagina twice before stopping at my clit.

I shuddered

With soft and slow movements, he bagan rubbing it.

I was damp and damn.

“You still want to tell me you don’t belong to me?”

I clenched my teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of an answer. But my silence only seemed to amuse him as much as my defiance.

“Ah, dolcezza,” he murmured, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “Your body speaks for you.”

A sharp cry escaped my lips when he thrust one of his fingers inside me. My head fell against the glass as my breath became uneven. The heat coiled tighter and tighter in my core.

My legs tightened around him, my nails dug deeper into his shoulders and my toes curled.

I could feel him growing harder and longer against my thigh.

His free hand gripped my waist tightly to hold me at my place while his other hand worked mercilessly, bringing me closer to the edge.

"Ahhh..." A loud moan escaped my mouth, which seemed to encourage him.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Let it go, Dolcezza. Come for me."

And I shattered.

My toes curled, and my eyes rolled. A loud cry rumbled from the depths of my chest and passed my lips as the pleasure crashed over me, leaving me trembling, breathless, and utterly helpless in his arms.

My head was still resting on the glass wall behind me; one of his hand was under my hips, holding me at my place as I panted heavily.

My entire body was exhausted to move a single inch. My eyes felt heavy as I slowly opened them.

He was staring at me intently. He pulled out his hand from my panty as if he was waiting for me to look at him.

Bringing his finger to his mouth, he sucked it clean, his eyes locking onto mine, holding me hostage under his intense gaze. His gaze was dark, possessive, and entirely too satisfied.

"Delicious," he murmured “I am ready to have spicy breakfast daily if I get this sweetness afterwards”

He winked and a shiver ran down my spine.

"I can't wait to taste you more, Dolcezza."

A thick tear of pleasure fell from the corner of my eye, lost among the water droplets cascading down my skin. He leaned down and sucked that tear from my skin, finding it among hundreds of water droplets.

He abruptly turned off the shower and held me against his chest like a baby.

He picked up a towel, wrapped it around me, and took me out. My legs remained wrapped around his torso, as if my life depended on it.

Slowly he leaned down and made me sit on the chair before bringing a fresh pair of clothes for me. He placed them on the dressing table and kissed my forehead one last time before disappearing into the bathroom again.

I could hear his moans amid the sound of the shower.

A shiver ran down my body.

I was so weak and vulnerable at that moment that if he wanted, he could have easily taken advantage but he didn't.

What exactly is he?