Carlos stood directly before her, his gaze fixed on hers, as his hands unzipped her dress. She met his stare, feeling the garment descend to the ground, followed closely by her strapless bra. A moment later, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I will provide you with everything you desire, Stella. Do you want me?”His hands glided over her body, caressing her slowly and sensually.
“Affirmative,” she acknowledged, and she complied.
He smiled and stepped back from her, methodically removing his clothing, starting with his tie, followed by unbuttoning his sleeves, and then his shirt, which he peeled off slowly, revealing his well-defined chest muscles and six-pack. She reached out, eager to touch him.
“No,” he smirked at her, pushing her hand away from his body. “Wait your turn,” he practically drawled.
She bit her lip while observing him slowly and deliberately glide his hand down his torso, over his abdominal muscles, compelling her gaze to follow his hand to his belt, where he unfastened it.
She appeared unable to divert her gaze from him, whispering to herself, “I am doomed.”
“Not yet, you are not.” He chuckled as he removed his shoes, producing a rich, deep, and amused sound that, she could swear, heightened her arousal. He was then unclothed, and his arousal was fully evident for her. She bit her lip once more upon witnessing it.
“You may now touch,” he remarked gently, advancing towards her, grasping her hand and guiding it down his chest, across his abdomen, and further down, while his lips met hers as she traced her fingers along his firm length. She had never encountered something of such magnitude; she grasped his shaft and began to move her hand in a back-and-forth motion.
A low growl emanated from him, prompting her to chuckle softly, “You resemble a lustful beast.”
“I am,” he growled in response, lifting her off the ground with his hands on her thighs, positioning her legs around him. “I want to hear you say you’re mine, Stella,” he stated as he pressed himself against her core, provoking a moan of pleasure from her. He manoeuvred himself against her, gliding through her folds and applying pressure to her c******s with slow, intentional movements, bringing her nearly to the brink of climax, before halting.
“What is the issue?”She inhaled sharply, regarded him with confusion, yearning for her imminent release.
“Proclaim it, Stella, declare that you belong to me.” His gaze was fixed upon hers, exuding dominance as he insisted she acknowledge her possession. “I shall not grant you what you desire until you concede that you are mine,” he asserted, his tone resolute as he began to withdraw slightly, leaving only the tip of his arousal in contact with her core. “Proclaim it, Stella; I wish to hear you affirm that you are mine,” he reiterated with insistence.
“I am yours.” Stella conveyed what he desired to hear, yearning for what he proposed. His lips forcefully pressed against hers as he penetrated her with intensity and urgency. She, overwhelmed with need, entwined her fingers in his hair and arched towards him, reciprocating his thrusts. Moments later, she succumbed to ecstasy, crying out in o****m.
His movements decelerated but did not cease, and his mouth returned to her neck, descending until his face nestled in the crook of her neck. “Damn it, Stella,” he groaned, inhaling deeply, growling softly once more before thrusting more forcefully into her. “Goddess, I desire all of you,” he declared, his voice deep and husky, imbued with longing.
She found herself on a bed beneath him, her hands on his powerful arms as he positioned himself above her, gazing directly into her eyes while penetrating her more deeply, maintaining eye contact as he brought her to another o****m.
He climaxed, thrusting forcefully within her, and his deep groan of pleasure conveyed everything. He was as satisfied as she was, yet he continued to look down at her, saying, “Oh Stella, you are mine now.” He growled at her, and she could have sworn his eyes glimmered slightly as she remained entranced by his gaze.
She had never before maintained a man’s gaze during o****m; indeed, she had never experienced such an intense o****m in her entire life. She continued to gaze at him, attempting to regain her composure, unable to avert her eyes from the man. She sensed him shift and detach from her body, then was drawn to recline on his chest. “Mine,” he murmured gently while kissing the crown of her head.
Stella reclined and contemplated the predicament she had entered with this man; she instinctively sensed she was in jeopardy, though the nature of the trouble remained unclear, yet there was an unmistakable dissimilarity regarding their actions. His hand glided over her back, delineating soft, gentle patterns on her skin, inducing a sense of relaxation as she began to succumb to slumber, sighing softly as her eyes closed and sleep beckoned her.
“Where is Brianna?”Stella perceived his voice, gentle and soft, just as sleep was on the verge of enveloping her.
“At the store,” she replied before succumbing to sleep.
Enzo’s Perspective
Enzo raised an eyebrow at Nolan’s growl of discontent upon witnessing Stella’s struggle to escape from the man on the dance floor; both had attended the wedding attired as guests. This was a formal event, and although they were not invited, they had merely scaled the 12-foot brick wall encircling the Evans Estate in Denver.
Luca provided them with a link to her family’s information. He briefly observed it but relinquished it to Nolan and slept for the majority of the unplanned flight to this location.
