Bella (A Sagatori Family Saga Mafia Romance Book 2) (6 page)

“That was the best thing I’ve ever seen,” I cried. My soul had been touched. I’d heard you either love or hate the opera, and while I didn’t know how true that was I irrevocably loved every single thing about it.

“You fell in love.”

His statement caught me off-guard, “What?” I turned mere inches away from his lips.

“You fell in love with the opera.”

“Yes,” I breathed as the balcony emptied leaving us all alone. “I fell in love.”

Our eyes met, locked, and held onto one another’s for three beats before his lips took mine. Hot, wet, demanding lips caressed me, our tongues danced and intertwined in our mouths. Jax hadn’t kissed me until this moment. I felt overwhelmed and needing of him. I felt controlled and needed as well. His hand crossed my face in slow strides. I was feeling things that I hadn’t felt in a long time. My full breast became obviously strapped under the fabric. A deep subconscious breath took over my lungs.

When he separated from me, cool unwelcomed air crossed my skin. “Let’s go home.” I didn’t think I wanted to go home, I wanted him to touch me. For tonight, I’d give him control.

“Jax?” He stood smoothing over his jacket with his palms.

“Bella, we need to get out of here.” His arms pulled me from my seat into his chest. “I need to get you home.” Our lips met again.

“Okay,” I breathlessly agreed.

Bella

We’d entered Jax’s room of which I’d not been in. As soon as I’d pulled him close, his arms wrapped around my body bringing my legs to lock around his hips. Our mouths clashed together, his arms tightly gripped me, his right hand cupping my breast over the gown.

“This has to go,” he growled.

He’d walked across the room, laying me gently on the bed in front of the fireplace.  Lifting his large lean body, he reached to my hair as he undid the pins releasing it from my head. It gently fell in waves around my face. He sat silently sweeping his hand over my face as he watched me and then pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Bella, you’ve made me feel more in this last week than I’ve felt in a lifetime.” His tongue swept along my collarbone with smooth, slow, long, intense strokes. He stood and began removing first his jacket then his tie, shirt, and when his hand released the button on his pants my heart pounded. I was scared to death. Oh God, without any doubt I wanted this. I’d been wanting him every time my eyes would roam over his body wondering what he hid behind his dark suits. But he hadn’t wanted me I’d thought. Maybe he only recently realized that he had.

I turned my back to his front for him to release me from the dress. I slowly slid my hair to the side as I waited. His hands landed on my waist and brought an electric jab throughout my body. His tongue kissed my neck as he stood behind me cradling me into his arms.

I was soon freed from the dress and I turned quickly to face him. I pulled him closer. His chest was a smooth solid rock. My hands trailed the indentions of his muscles making my way to his pants. My hands trailed his chest feeling the lines and indentations curve around his perfection. My hand slipped inside of his loosened pants feeling him pulse hard under my touch.

His hand held mine as he pinned it into place preventing me from touching him. “I can’t make any promises, Bella. I need you to know that before we go any further.”

In the moment of passion, I’ve never stopped to consider what I would feel about the man I was about to have sex with. But this man had cracked something inside of me, and maybe it’s because I’d been sad or that I’d been so happy all at the same time. Maybe he’d affected me because I needed to occupy my mind and he was there in a moment of need, of deniable weakness. 

He watched me, his gray eyes twisted in torment with something. I supposed he was only being honorable. “Tell me you understand, Bella. Because I want you so badly right now.”

I wanted him too. I’d worry about the fallout later.

I nodded.

“Say it.” His lips fell to mine as they barely touched, “Say it.”

“Yes, I understand,” I answered, lifting to his mouth.

His body fell to mine bringing my arms over my head. 

“Jax,” I breathed into his mouth. Straddling my legs, he rose, then removed my bra. He was beautifully perfect and strong. He held me as though I was a feather. He was protective and gentle. I’d thought my imagination had been right when I’d wondered what he’d look like under all the clothing I’d only seen him in.  I had been wrong; he was more amazing than I’d thought.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Bella.” A growl rumbled.

I don’t want to feel anything but him right now. “Show me.”

He released my hands cupping my breasts into his hands. His hot tongue traced over my hardened nipples. I moaned closing my eyes. His tongue circled each nipple bringing on a shudder.

I leaned into him wanting more. He pushed me upward against his chest while he gripped his pants with his free hand and tugged them away with force causing my butt to jerk upwards.

“Do you like it rough, Bella?” His voice was a purr.

Excitement rushed through me. “Give it your best shot,” I said wondering how far he would go.

His head moved back and forth, watching. Fingers teased as they trailed over my heated skin. Then biting his lips, he dropped me to the bed while he loomed over me. When he leaned down and grabbed my arm, I hesitated. I don’t know why. Maybe I considered this might mean more to me than to him, and for just a moment that worried me.

He pulled himself onto the bed with me and continued with the removal of my satin black panties sliding them down my legs. “You shouldn’t give men that you don’t know such leeway with your body, flower.” I gasped when his hand traced the tattoo on my right rib cage.

“But you’re my husband, Jax.” I bowed off of the bed.

“You don’t know me, though, I’m a stranger to you Bella.” His hand slid to my butt squeezing hard. “Mmm, you taste like heaven.” His tongue traced my tummy. “You’re so sure that I’m what you want right now?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Good.”

My body was naked and exposed for this man and yet it was as if he’d been playing games.

I stood and turned towards the open wall, padding in its direction as my feet sunk into the cream carpet. My thighs rubbed together with anticipation of his body touching mine. I took the walk slowly pulling my hands to my breast pinching my erect nipples. I’ll play his games. I’ll even play a few of my own.

“You want me like this, lover?” My hands stretched against the wall and my legs spread for him.

I knew he was behind me; I could hear him breathing. “How long has it been since you’ve had an orgasm?” His hand slipped between my thighs.

That’s an easy question to answer. “This morning.” I breathed with a bit of teasing in my tone.

“Did you have sex? Did another man touch your pussy today?” he asked leaning into the nape of my neck. He knew very well another man hadn’t touched me.

I shook my head sucking in a breath.

“Is that no?” His hand slid across my bottom as he brought a finger between my legs to touch my clit.

I nodded, breathing heavily.

“Did you touch yourself, Bella?”

“Yes,” I hissed as I held pressed into the cold wall.

“Did you make yourself cum? Hard?” He bit out, drawing the last word.

“Yes.”

“Do you want my tongue to make you come? Hard, Bella.” He drew out my name with pure torture. Holy shit, I could feel myself become wet with the pure rush.

“Yessss,” I begged with insanity prickling at every nerve ending I had.

His hands ascended my arms, teasing me slowly. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Your body is perfection. Perfection men would kill for. Do you know what men would do to have someone as beautiful as you in their bed?” He peppered kisses along my shoulder. “I would kill if someone touched what was mine, Bella. I’d kill if another man so much as thought about touching this body.” His hands reached my breasts. “I’d kill in a second with no regards to your feelings. How would that make you feel, Bella?” His lips wrapped around my earlobe sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh God,” I gasped. My body pushed back finding his warmth, but he shoved me forward into the wall.

“How would that make you feel?” He continued, bringing his hand around to my throat.

“Powerful,” I admitted.

“You like assertion? You like a man that will kill to defend your honor?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” His grip tightened from a feather touch to something darker… sexier.

“I deserve it.” I’d play his game.

“Why?”

“Because I’m a princess. Royalty.” I fought against the tug his hand had around my throat. The more I did the tighter his grip became and the more I was turned on.

“That you are. And now I’m going to make you come like the princess you are.”

His hands turned my body forcefully towards him and then he dropped to his knees, spreading my legs wide.

I was standing against the wall and could see the burning embers across the room pop and sizzle inside the fireplace. My body felt like those embers, on fire in all the right places. This gorgeous man was on his knees running his tongue along my inner thigh. His strong hands gripped tightly to every piece of flesh he could get his hands on.

Smooth, wet, fire ripped through my core when his tongue found my pulsing clit. He flicked it with his tongue then kissed my inner thigh.

I moaned, moving my head side to side against the wall.

His hands spread me wide and his tongue found my pussy dipping inside. I jumped forward moaning again. I felt the vibration of a growl against my skin.

My hips pushed into his touch wanting more. When he stood I was thrown off of my quest for an amazing man-given orgasm. His eyes met mine with trepidation. When he reached out for my hand I gave it to him without hesitation this time.

I followed the strong man across the room once again. His touch was softer in this second than it had been earlier, but it felt like it could all change again any moment.

“Lie down, Bella.” He gestured for me to lie on the bed. “Spread your legs.” I obeyed. “Close your eyes.” I lifted my hands over my head and closed my eyes.

I could hear him fumble with something and waited for his touch. Cold ice pressed to my nipples jolting my eyes open.

“Close them,” he demanded while he loomed over my body. Where had he gotten ice?

He pressed a cube of ice from his glass to my nipple as he trailed slowly over my pubic bone with his thumb over my clit.

“Uhh,” I lifted my body into his hand.

“Do you like my touch, Bella?”

“God, yes.” It was soft, firm, hot, and hard.  I had so many feelings when he touched me.

“Mmm…” His mouth completely devoured my clit as he sucked firmly.

“Uhh,” I gasped when his fingers entered me.

“So wet.” 

“Yes.” I could feel how wet I was.

I subconsciously began to grind against his fingers while his mouth was still sucking on my clit.

I reached for his head fisting his hair into my grip. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Right there.” I was there. I was already fucking there. I couldn’t believe it. Never had a man known how to give me that.

He added another finger pushing hard inside of me circling his tongue around the edge of my clit, and the feeling rushed through me in explosive waves. My body contracted to move forcefully into him while I still had his hair in my hands. I come and come and come.

“Holy fucking shit.” I released him and his fingers released me.

My breathing was so harsh, as if I’d just ran a marathon.

“Royalty, flower.” His body hovered over mine. “And I’m the king.” He positioned himself over me. He held one hand to my forehead and the other he used to position himself at my entrance. He dipped inside of me pushing slowly, but I wanted it hard.

“I won’t break.” I lifted to him.

His tongue traced my lips and when he shoved hard as hell inside of me he took my mouth into his. I brought my hands to his face feeling the rough stubble.

He continued to push hard inside of me, but I suddenly felt as if he didn’t see me. The pleasure was real, it was intense, but now I felt like he was having pleasure alone in his own world. His face buried deep into my neck while he grunted with each thrust.

Now I knew that I felt something, it was only a matter of time before I shut down. So I reminded myself this was just sex.

I lost myself in the feeling of his hard dick inside of me. He continued to push my limits and when he pushed upward and slipped his hand to my clit once again I knew there was another orgasm on its way. I wrapped his head into my arms and came. Three hard thrust into my soul-clenching orgasm and he was coming inside of me. Pushing my body into places it had never been because clearly I’d never been with a real man. A man who knew exactly how to touch a woman.

His body stilled pressing into me. His breath was harsh when he lifted off of me.

That was amazing.
I laughed to myself.

“You…” the grin on his face was a good sign, “…are amazing.” He leaned down pressing a warm cloth to cleanse me softly.

I smiled.

He sat on the bed hanging his arm over his leg as he watched me. “Damn.” He smiled shaking his head.

“Did you like?” I asked sitting up just inches from him.

“I loved.”

“Oh, I thought you couldn’t do that,” I said playfully.

He laughed as he leaned forward to kiss me.