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He gently set her down on the bed and stepped back to admire her, her beauty knocked the wind out of his chest as he breathed her in.

Swiftly, he pulled a cigar from his pocket, he traced the cool surface of the cigar along her bare skin, starting at her collarbone. Her breath hitched as he dragged it lower, his dark eyes drinking in every reaction, every shiver of her body.

She reached out, her fingers grazing his chest, tracing the tattoos barely visible beneath his shirt. He was all hard muscle, a fortress built around her, and yet, in these moments, she sensed a tenderness beneath all that steel. The way he handled her so carefully, as if afraid she might break. The way his every movement was dedicated to her pleasure, to worshipping her as if she were his only purpose.

Suddenly, he gripped her thighs, pulling her roughly down the bed toward him, the force of his action making her gasp as her body slid across the cool sheets.

He leaned down, his covered mouth hovering near her ear, his breath hot and ragged. His gloved hand found her throat, wrapping around it with a firm grip, making her whimper. His other hand wasted no time, slipping between her legs and pressing the cigar against her. The cool, hard object dragged against her slick, wet skin, rubbing against her swollen clit in rough, unrelenting strokes.

Kailani’s breath caught in her throat as the sensation hit her hard. Salvatore was relentless, his thumb pressing the cigar into her with an almost brutal intensity, working it against her in rough, circular motions that left her gasping. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her body instinctively trying to grind against the object, but Salvatore’s grip on her throat tightened, holding her still beneath him.

With a low, feral growl, Salvatore yanked her legs wider, positioning her exactly how he wanted. The force of his movements was almost animalistic, his eyes burning with raw, untamed desire. He knew it was her first time having anything inside her pussy, so he eased it into her, wiggling it around her wetness and slick velvet folds, filling her completely, but being mindful not to reach her hymen .

Kailani let out a sharp gasp, her whines getting louder with each inch that went inside her, her back arching off the bed as her body struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion. Salvatore’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her reaction, his lips curling into a barely-there smirk beneath his mask. His hand tightened on her throat, holding her down as he began to thrust the cigar in and out of her with rough, deliberate strokes making her whimpers turn into moans.

There was nothing slow or gentle about it. Each thrust was hard, deep, filling her completely before pulling back and slamming back in again. The wet sound of the cigar sliding in and out of her filled the room, mingling with Kailani’s soft whimpers and gasps. Her body writhed beneath him, her legs trembling as she tried to keep up with the relentless pace he set.

But Salvatore wasn’t content to let her move at her own rhythm. He growled low in his throat, his hand leaving her throat only to flip her onto her stomach in one swift motion. Kailani barely had time to register the shift before he grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up into the air and positioning her exactly how he wanted. His hand slapped her inner thigh, spreading her legs even wider, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable beneath him.

He didn’t wait. The cigar pressed back against her slick entrance, and then he shoved it inside her again with a rough thrust that made her cry out. The angle was deeper now, the sensation overwhelming as he worked the cigar in and out of her with brutal efficiency. His free hand gripped her hip, holding her still as he set a punishing pace, each thrust harder, faster, more demanding than the last.

Kailani’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her body shaking as she tried to keep up with him. The pleasure was intense, almost too much, her mind struggling to process the onslaught of sensations as Salvatore dominated her completely. His hand on her hip tightened, his grip bruising as he used her body however he pleased, his movements rough and unyielding.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her neck as he growled in her ear, his gloved hand slipping down between her legs to press against her clit once again. The rough leather of his glove grazed her sensitive skin, the added stimulation sending a jolt of electricity through her. Kailani moaned loudly, her hips instinctively pushing back against him, desperate for more.

Salvatore grunted, clearly pleased by her response. He shoved the cigar deeper inside her, twisting it as he thrust it in and out with an almost punishing rhythm. The wet sound of it moving inside her mixed with her soft moans and his low growls, the room thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. Every part of her body was on fire, the pleasure building higher and higher with each rough stroke of the cigar, with each teasing touch of his fingers against her clit.

With another growl, he flipped her onto her back again, manhandling her, her legs were spread wide, her body completely exposed as he towered over her, his eyes dark and predatory. His hand gripped her thigh, pulling her closer, and without warning, he thrust the cigar back inside her with brutal force.

Kailani cried out, her back arching off the bed as her body was wracked with pleasure. Salvatore’s hand found her clit again, his fingers rubbing against it roughly in time with each thrust of the cigar. The intensity was overwhelming, her body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable height.

Salvatore leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he worked her body with ruthless efficiency. His movements were rough, precise, each thrust of the cigar and each press of his fingers designed to push her closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to hold on, but Salvatore wasn’t giving her a choice.

With a low growl, he shoved the cigar in deep, his fingers pressing hard against her clit as he forced her over the edge. Kailani’s body convulsed beneath him, her orgasm hitting her with the force of a tidal wave. She cried out, her nails digging into his arms as she rode the intense waves of pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

But Salvatore didn’t stop. His movements remained rough and unyielding, his fingers still working her clit and the cigar thrusting in and out of her, dragging every last bit of pleasure from her body. Kailani’s legs shook, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps as her body trembled with aftershocks, but Salvatore didn’t let up. He kept going, pushing her through the pleasure until she was left trembling and spent beneath him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Salvatore pulled the cigar from her with a slow, deliberate motion, a satisfied grunt rumbling in his chest. He brought it to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers as he licked her juices from it, savoring every drop. The sight was almost too much to bear, the sheer intensity of his gaze, the way he worshipped every part of her.

Salvatore leaned back, his chest still heaving, but his expression was still hungry.

Salvatore’s gaze never wavered as he set the cigar aside, his dark eyes burning with that same insatiable hunger. He wasn’t finished with her—not even close. Kailani’s body was still trembling, her thighs quivering in the aftermath of the pleasure he had just wrung out of her, but he could see it wasn’t enough. For either of them.

Salvatore slid his hands down her body, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her toward the edge of the bed once more. The movement was swift, forceful, and she barely had time to catch her breath before he had her positioned exactly how he wanted. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide, his grip firm and possessive as he held her open before him.

He didn’t wait for permission—he never did. With one rough yank, Salvatore dragged her closer, her ass now perched on the very edge of the bed, her legs dangling off the sides as he knelt before her. The position left her completely exposed to him, vulnerable in the way that he loved. Her breath hitched as she felt the heat of his breath against her inner thighs, his no longer gloved fingers trailing slowly along the sensitive skin.

Salvatore’s eyes darkened, and without any warning, he dove his head down, between her legs with a raw, primal hunger that made her gasp.