“Your ownership?” she finished with an angry gleam in her eyes.
“Of my feelings,” I said with a wink.
“And what are they?”
I looked away from her hopeful eyes. What did she want me to say? “Right now, I feel sexually deprived.”
She pulled out of my hold and sat down on the stool beside me. “Well, that won’t change until you can find a better answer to that question.”
Savio and I enjoyed the same things, we laughed together. Everything could be good if he didn’t keep that invisible wall up. Whenever I tried to have a serious conversation, the smirk, or a joke was his reply. I could tell he was trying in his own idiotic way by making me feel at home, taking me to fights and working out together.
It wasn’t a bad foundation for an arranged marriage, but it wasn’t something I wanted to settle for.
I could tell that he was getting increasingly irate because of our lack of intimacy, and if I was being honest, it became more difficult to resist him every day. My body, unlike my mind, wasn’t in favor of making him pay. I was definitely punishing myself too, how Toni kept pointing out.
Her advice to take matters, and him, into my own hands to improve my position sounded like something that could work in general, only I wasn’t sure if I could pull it off.
One night, almost two weeks after our wedding, I decided to try and rattle Savio. He’d showed more restraint than I’d expected from him, and I wanted to see if I could change that.
It was a bad plan, of course.
Savio had just finished brushing his teeth when I entered the bathroom in my robe, ignoring the nervous flutter in my belly. His eyes followed me as I headed toward the shower and shrugged out of the bathrobe.
It was the first time I was naked in front of him and my cheeks throbbed with embarrassment as I stepped into the shower and turned the water on.
The triumphant smile working its way onto my face at the look on Savio’s face lasted exactly until he reached for his boxers and shoved them down. Naked, every muscle rippling, and with that insufferable smirk, he came closer, opened the stall and stepped inside.
I stared. He was already growing hard, and I had to resist the urge to feel him, to find out if he was as silky as he looked.
“I’m a big boy, Kitty.” He braced himself to both sides of me and the tip of him almost touched my belly. “You think you can rattle me by showering in front of me?”
I swallowed thickly, torn between desire and nerves. I had definitely rattled him, only not in the way I’d anticipated.
Savio reached for me and I froze. His eyes rested on my face as he touched his palm to my waist. Despite the hot water, goose bumps flashed across my skin.
Savio tilted his head with an intense look as he very slowly slid his fingers higher, stroking my ribs lightly.
My tongue felt heavy, like a useless lump in my mouth. I wanted to keep the upper hand in this, but I could feel my composure slipping. Why had I ever thought it was a good idea being naked around Savio?
“Won’t you push me away and tell me to stop, Kitty?”
“Don’t,” I choked out, and his fingers at the underside of my breast halted and then I ruined everything. “Don’t call me Kitty. It makes me feel like a stupid little kid.”
“Oh Gem, you aren’t a fucking kid,” he growled as his dark eyes roamed the length of me and then he bowed his head and snatched my nipple between his lips. I gasped, my hand flying up to grip the back of his head. Squeezing my eyes shut, I leaned back against the shower. What was happening?
Every tug of his lips sent a spike of pleasure through my center. Soon arousal pooled between my legs as they grew heavier and heavier. A hard suck made my eyes fly open. Savio cast his gaze up, watching my face while he sucked my nipple. Even in my dirtiest fantasies about him, and even knowing the rumors about his skills, I couldn’t have imagined how amazing his mouth would feel on my breast. Dragging his mouth away with a lazy smirk, he licked a trail to my other nipple before that, too, disappeared between his lips. His hand came up and he began rubbing my breast.
I was panting, could do nothing but focus on breathing and standing upright. Savio pulled away, and I almost whimpered. His expression said he knew of the effect he had on me.
“Have you ever touched your tits?”
I nodded.
He kissed my nipple, then smiled darkly. “And?”
Why was he talking? I wanted his mouth back around my nipple. My core was throbbing like crazy.
“It didn’t do anything for me,” I pressed out.
“What a shame,” he drawled then suckled my nipple softly again, keeping his eyes on me. He let my nipple slide out of his mouth. “I suppose then this isn’t doing anything for you either and I should stop?”
One day I was going to murder him, but not today, certainly not before this tension in my core was gone.
I shook my head.
“I’m afraid I need you to say it.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Stop doing what?” His lips were so close to my nipple, it was driving me completely insane.
“What you did before?”
He shook his head. “Not going to cut it. Say what you want.”
“Keep sucking my nipple,” I gritted out as heat shot into my face.
“Your wish is my command.” He started sucking leisurely again and I closed my eyes, drowning in the sensation. I lost all sense of time until his fingers ghosted down my belly and they brushed the sensitive skin right above my pubic bone. My eyes shot open.
“Do you feel my sucking down here?” he rasped close to my nipple.
His thumb lightly grazed the triangle
