Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty Five
Adrian
She is a goddess.
A dark, dangerous goddess hovering over me, offering me everything.
My cock throbs, a desperate, painful ache. My side is screaming, a counterpoint to the pulsing need in my groin. The two sensations war within me, pain and pleasure, a beautiful, agonizing torment.
And it's all because of her.
Her pussy is glistening, pink, and perfect. I can see the wetness of her arousal leaking from her, ready to be mopped up with my tongue. Her clit is a tight, hard bead of pleasure, begging for my attention.
I can smell her arousal, a sweet, musky scent that goes straight to my head and overwhelms my senses.
I have never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.
I am a starving man, and she is a feast.
I forget the pain. I forget the danger. I forget everything but the woman above me and the gift she's giving me.
I reach up, my hands sliding up her thighs to cup her bottom. My thumb strokes her clit. A long, slow drag.
She shudders, her breath catching.
I don't wait any longer. I can't.
I pull her down and bury my face in her cunt.
The first taste of her is a revelation. I'm addicted on the first hit.
I could die happy right now, with this woman on my face, her thighs brushing my cheeks, and her taste on my tongue.
I have been in war zones. I have faced down death. I have looked into the abyss and had it look back at me.
Nothing. Nothing. Has ever been more potent than this.
This woman.
This moment.
This surrender.
My tongue flattens against her, and I lick a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. She moans, a soft, broken sound that I feel vibrate through her entire body.
She's not holding back, even as she tries to stay quiet. Her hand flies out to find the pillow beside my head. Desperately, she grabs it and sets it on the top of the headboard, and then presses her face to it.
The sight of her trying to maintain control for me even while she's coming undone, for my sake, is another jolt of electricity.
I grip her hips and pull her tighter against my face, and I eat her like a man possessed.
I am not gentle.
I am starving.
I devour her. I want to get my fill of her. I want to know her taste. Know her body. Know her secrets.
I'm going to make her scream. I don't care who hears. Her brothers, her father, the whole damn mafia. They can all listen. I want them to know what I'm doing to her. What she is letting me do to her.
She is mine.
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, hard.
Her hips buck, and a choked cry is absorbed by the pillow.
My tongue delves into her, fucking her with the same rhythm my cock is aching to.
I can feel her getting close. The tension in her thighs, the way her breath hitches, the desperate little sounds she's making.
Her hips are moving, grinding against my face, chasing her pleasure. She is no longer worried about my injury or recovery. She is thinking only about the pleasure I can bring her.
I feel a savage, primal satisfaction.
I want to hear her scream.
Next time, I tell myself. Next time, I'm going to make her scream until her throat is raw.
For now, I have to be content with whatever escapes the pillow she's now biting down on.
I slide two fingers inside her, curving them to find that spot I know will make her fall apart.
Her back arches, and I know I've found it.
I rub that spot, hard, as I continue to torment her clit with my tongue.
"Adrian," she says, the fabric between her teeth. "Oh, God. I'm..."
I suck her clit hard and curl my fingers, and she shatters.
Her body convulses, a long, hard shudder of release. I can feel her clenching around my fingers, the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm as it washes over her.
I don't stop. I keep licking, keep sucking, keep fucking her with my fingers, drawing out her pleasure until she is a writhing, sobbing mess above me.
When it's finally over, she collapses, her body limp and boneless. Her head is on my chest, her hair a tangled mess, her breathing ragged and uneven.
My cock is a hot, hard, demanding ache against my stomach.
I am in agony.
And I have never been happier.
I'm also definitely not done. Before she's even fully recovered, my tongue is back on her clit, no mercy.
Shocked, she cries out into the pillow and jerks her body up instinctively. I hold her close and just keep at it. It's only a moment before she's changed her tune and is now riding my tongue with renewed fervor.
I love it. I've never done this before, but with her, it feels right.
This one is faster. More intense. Her orgasm tears through her, a violent, beautiful storm.
When she collapses this time, she's completely spent. She lies against my chest, her body trembling.
I can feel my own control starting to fray. I need to be inside her. Now.
I gently roll us, carefully, until we're lying on our sides, facing each other.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her face flushed with pleasure. She looks beautiful. Sated. And mine.
"Adrian," she whispers, her voice husky and breathless. "I can't."
"You can," I whisper back, my lips brushing hers. "I haven't even fucked you yet, Caterina."
Her eyes flutter open. She looks at me, her gaze dazed.
"Isn't that what you came over here for?" I ask, nibbling on her lips.
She laughs weakly. "Yes, but I've changed my mind."
A dark, possessive thrill goes through me.
"Oh yeah?" I say, and claim her mouth in a kiss that leaves her breathless.
She just nods, but her arms are around me, her body pressing against mine, her hips already moving restlessly against me.
I slide my thigh between her legs, pressing against her sensitive flesh.
She gasps, her head falling back.
I take advantage of her exposed throat, kissing and nipping my way down to her collarbone.
My hand slides down her back, over the curve of her hip, and down to her thigh.
I guide her leg over my hip, opening her up to me.
My cock is right there, nudging at her entrance, hot and hard and ready.
"You know what I haven't done yet?" I ask, my lips against her ear.
She shakes her head, her breathing shallow.
"I haven't gotten a taste of these perfect breasts of yours," I tell her, my thumb brushing her nipple. "How the hell can I let that stand?"
She moans, her back arching. "You can do that."
Using my thigh under hers, I hitch her up a little higher and dip my head. My tongue flicks out and licks her nipple. She lets out a whimper, her hands fisting in my hair.
I take the tight bud into my mouth and suck, hard. Her body bows, a soft cry escaping her lips.
"Shhh," I murmur against her skin. "Remember? Quiet."
She buries her face in my shoulder, her body trembling as I continue my assault on her breasts. I lavish attention on one, then the other, my tongue and teeth and lips driving her wild.
I can feel her hips moving against me, rubbing her pussy against the muscle of my thigh, seeking friction.
She is insatiable.
And I am more than happy to oblige.
My hands are on her hips, guiding her movements, helping her find the pressure she needs.
"You are so beautiful," I whisper, my lips trailing up her chest, her throat, her jaw. "And so responsive. I love how you come apart for me."
Her only response is a soft moan, her movements becoming more frantic.
I know she's close again.
But I'm not ready for her to come like this.
I want her to come on my cock.
I want to feel her clench around me as I fill her up.
I still her movements with my hands on her hips, pulling her back from the brink.
She makes a frustrated sound, a desperate whimper that is almost my undoing.
"Please, Adrian," she whispers.
"I need to be inside you."
She nods, a slow, languid movement. "Yes," she whispers. "Now, Adrian. I can't wait any longer."
I shift us, lifting her leg higher. She reaches between us and takes my cock in her hand, and I have to bite back a groan.
She guides me to her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet folds.
She is already a sloppy, wet mess from my mouth and her orgasms. There's no resistance as I start to push inside her.
It's the tightest, hottest, most perfect thing I have ever felt.
I go slow, inch by inch, letting her get used to me. Letting myself get used to her. She's impossibly tight, a velvet fist gripping me, pulling me deeper.
Even better than I could've imagined.
I'm watching her face, trying to read her expression. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Relax, baby," I whisper when she tenses with a couple of inches to go.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. Her body relaxes, and I feel that tight fist loosen just a little. I take advantage and push deeper, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, final thrust.
We both gasp.
I'm buried inside her. Completely. Utterly.
She is so tight, so wet, so perfect.
I've never felt anything like this.
This feeling. This connection.
It's more than just the physical. It's everything.
My eyes close, and I just feel her. The heat of her, the tightness, the life pulsing between us.
She is everything.
"Adrian," she whispers, and I open my eyes.
She's looking at me, her eyes wide, a little dazed.
"Adrian," she says again, a little stronger this time. "You're huge."
I grin. "Is that a complaint?"
She shakes her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. "No. It's a statement of fact."
I flex my hips, and she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I like that.
I like that a lot.
I lean in and give her a deep kiss that's full of all the things I can't say.