Spellbound Read Free

she undid his shirt buttons one by one, her fingers brushing against his chest as she peeled his shirt apart little by little. Tugging the hem of it out of his black trousers, she undid the remaining buttons and opened the shirt by running her hands up his torso. He tensed beneath her, his muscles bunching and revealing themselves. Her stomach tightened and she bit her lower lip, drinking in the sight of him. She drew the shirt down his arms and then set to work on his trousers.
    His belt and zip gave way easily under her fingers and she slowed to a snail’s pace as she pushed them down over his hips, revealing the hard length of his cock. Her fingers trembled and she ran them over it, teasing the soft head and wondering how the sight of him naked always managed to get her so hot, as though it was their first time all over again. How many times had they done this since then? They’d been nothing short of adventurous in the bedroom over the past year but she still shook with anticipation every time.
    Giving him a brief but passionate kiss, she sighed against his mouth and steadied herself for what came next.
    She turned her back on Valentine and came to face Venturi. His eyes darkened as she leaned backwards into Valentine’s chest and rubbed her backside against his cock. She loved the feel of it sliding against her.
    Bringing her arm up over her shoulder, she hooked it around the back of Valentine’s head as he kissed her neck, his fingers tightly grasping her hips. He ground against her and she moaned, her eyes hooding as she tried to keep them fixed on Venturi.
    He removed his jacket and her gaze instantly dropped to his trousers. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the outline of his erection as it pushed against the black material. Her clit throbbed and she bit back a moan when Valentine scraped blunt teeth along her throat.
    Stepping out of his embrace, she moved across the room to unwrap her other present.
    Venturi was already undoing the buttons of his shirt as she approached. She didn’t know whether to stop where she was and admire him as he gradually revealed himself to her, or to step forwards and do it for herself.
    Watching him peel his black shirt off, she ached to run her fingers over his bare chest, exploring every inch of him and memorising the subtle differences between his body and Valentine’s. He threw the shirt to one side and gave her a look that clearly said he was waiting.
    She swallowed her nerves and stepped up to him, her eyes tracing each delicious curve of his torso and slowly working their way downwards. She looked up into his eyes and held his gaze as she took a deep breath and cupped his erection. He twitched beneath her fingers, fire invading his eyes and his lips parting. She could see the need and the hunger in him, and could feel it too. She lightly ran her fingers over his concealed cock and he moaned, his brows knitting tight and his eyes narrowing.
    The Devil he felt good, better than she’d dreamed.
    Licking her lips to wet them, she tried to keep her breathing steady as she undid his belt and then the button of his trousers. She didn’t take her eyes off his as she slid the zipper down and eased her hand inside. She wasn’t surprised to find he didn’t have any underwear on. The skin of his rigid shaft was smooth beneath her fingers, silky and luring her into touching it more. She loved the feel of it and it seemed Venturi loved the feeling of her touching it, because he moaned again, this time biting his lip.
    Her gaze dropped to his mouth and she clenched with desire when she saw sharp canines rather than blunt teeth. His black eyes bore into hers when she met them again.
    Moving closer, so her body was brushing against his, she kept one hand on his cock and caressed his chest with the other. His muscles were hard under her fingers, tensed and ready. Her eyes became hooded as she stared at his mouth again and slowly tiptoed, bringing her lips to his. She wanted to know what it