He didn't have to be told twice.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Wrapping his arms around her lower back, Elio crossed his wrists and pressed on her butt cheeks until his dick pressed against her sex. Her shorts and his pants were what blocked their further moves. A quiet gasp lodged in her throat. The tight pressure to her clit caused an intense ache.
Elio kept her up and to the wall, looking at her intently. Her strawberry and vanilla scent made him hard. The sweetness he felt added to the thought that each time he was corrupting her more and more. An innocence slowly fading away.
He loved that. There was so much potential in Savannah to be more that it almost felt like a sin not to use that to introduce her to everything that he had to offer. She was still learning what she liked and enjoyed most and now that she wasn't a virgin anymore it had opened new doors of possibilities.
He smirked at the thought of what he wanted to do to her. Then he breathed out and leaned in for a kiss just as Savannah turned her head right.
"Don't you think we have things to talk about?"
He rolled his eyes. "Talking can wait. I need your cunt around my cock now," he whispered into her ear as he remembered that the girl didn't live alone. He looked around, hoping that Aiden wouldn’t see the position they were in. Sex talk wasn't on the top of his list and listening to Savannah explain things to her brother wasn't either.
"He's not here." She quickly picked up on his thoughts, eliminating the last obstacle to act upon his needs. And he fucking needed Savannah.
His lips dropped to her neck leaving a wet trail from under her ear to her collarbone while his hands squeezed her ass cheeks, massaging them. She moaned loudly. There was no need to hold back, whatsoever.
They were dripping but took no account of that. Savannah, in her white tank top, showed the outline of her breasts with her nipples scratching against the fabric. The drops of water ran down her hair, falling onto her chest, wetting it even more.
He pinned her even harder to the wall, taking his hands off her for a second to pull his t-shirt off the way that a man could only do and still look fucking hot. The shape of his muscles glistened, her breath caught up in her throat. She placed her palms against his chest running her fingers over each of his scars down to his abdomen. She tightened her legs around his hips to steady herself.
"It's been too fucking long," he said, cupping her boobs through the material before he ripped it apart. He pulled her up a little more to gain better access. His tongue circled her nipple before he sucked it in.
Savannah groaned with arousal, yanking his hair a little. While Elio usually didn't like someone touching his hair, he loved that it was one of those natural gestures that the girl did when she needed more. Wanted more.
His cock twitched and a sigh fell from his lips. Yet he didn't draw back from her nipples.
She swallowed. "We really need to talk about it, Elio," she breathed out. "Your family won't let you disrespect the rules."
Elio cupped the back of her head, his eyes darkened with desire as he glanced at her. "I don't give a fuck about my family. The rules are meant to be broken. They are ridiculous and outdated."
"Doesn't mean you don't have to abide them, right? Only a week ago you were set on the thought that someday you'd have to marry a girl that would be chosen for you."
"Savannah, I really couldn't care less about that now that my cock is rubbing on your heat. All I can think about is fucking you senseless. Many fucking times in a row. Hard. Rough," he said planting kisses all over her body as he did. Reality was completely blocked for the next few hours. He knew the time would come for them to make a plan but for now, he only was certain of the fact that he wouldn't let her go. And if it meant going straight to his Capo to make a dangerous deal with him, he fucking would.
He didn't say that to Savannah.
Part of her wanted to continue to make him see reason, however, she felt his erection and could no longer form a coherent sentence. She curled her fingers over his arms, then pressed her naked chest to his. She wanted to feel his skin.
"Do you trust me?"
She tensed. It was such a loaded question that at this moment she didn't know how to answer.
Yes?
No?
"Doesn't fucking matter," he grunted, answering himself.
He untangled her legs from around him and put her down before turning her around so she was now with her back to him. He tore the shorts and panties down, revealing her perky ass.
Savannah arched, her palms against the wall. Her eyes travelled to each move the man made. She was watching as he grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them hard. There were red marks that quickly disappeared. He got to his knees moving his lips from her thighs up, biting her skin from time to time. Moans escaped her mouth one by one.
"Spread your legs, baby girl," he demanded and she did.
His hand moved in between them and his fingers started tracing her heat, spreading her wetness all over the sex. He pinched her lips, making her twitch. She climbed on her tiptoes under the pressure. "Fuck."
Elio played with her pussy but didn't put his fingers in when Savannah was sure that he would. He once again used the orgasm control bullshit that she hated so much. She needed slightly more to cum all over his hand and he was perfectly aware of this.
And out of nowhere he stopped, stood up, walked off towards her bedroom. Savannah took a deep breath, her brows drawing together, wondering
