Chapter 20 #2
I work my way down his chest, licking and kissing and exploring, sucking on his nipples, running my mouth over the outlines of his tattooed dragon wings. All the time, I can feel his rigid cock pressed against me, his pelvis shuddering as he tries to get inside me.
I sit up, hold him in place with one hand on his chest, and grin down at him. “Luca, don’t you remember the rules? You move, I stop.”
He growls at me, his fangs flashing bright and sharp. Wet heat immediately floods my core.
I shuffle down so I’m sitting across his thighs, and I stare at his cock. Jesus, it really is gorgeous. Long and thick, the slit at the tip already dripping, veins throbbing with need. I want nothing more than to climb on top of it and let it fill me, but it’s too early for that.
I lower my head and take it into my mouth.
My tongue laps around the tip, and I suck and tease, up and down, back and front.
As I play with him, I relish his breathless noises.
I use my fingers to cup his heavy balls and apply my tongue to them too.
One and then the other is sucked into my mouth, my other hand wrapped around his twitching shaft.
“Rosa …” he mutters, straining toward me.
His voice is dark and desperate, and I love it.
I take his whole dick into my mouth, relaxing my throat muscles so I don’t gag, and swallow as much of him as I can.
I hold his hips down with my hands, but he’s still bucking, thrusting, shoving it into my mouth so hard that tears sting my eyes.
I pull away, and as he cries out in frustration, I smile at the look of need and fury on his gorgeous face. Yeah. See how that feels, big fella. So close to coming, weren’t you?
I kneel upright, letting him drink in the sight of my naked body.
His fangs extend fully as I pull apart my pussy lips and slide a finger inside myself.
With my other hand, I play with my clit, circling the sensitive bud.
Sensation rushes through me as I pleasure myself.
It doesn’t take long—I know my own body, and I have the hottest man in the known universe trapped between my legs.
I throw my head back and howl as the orgasm rips through me. Before I have a chance to come down from it, while my walls are still clenching and shaking, I lower myself onto his cock, guiding it into me with a moan. God, that feels good—so big, so hard, so everything.
I groan, loving how completely full I feel, and ride him slowly, one hand on his abs.
“God, your cunt is so tight,” he says, his eyes rolling back. “And so fucking wet. Don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop.”
I speed up, slamming myself down on him, feeling his balls slap against my ass cheeks. I can sense the rising flood of need, the nerve endings tingling, the cum building, ready to shoot inside me.
I jump off, and he lets out a tormented sound when the pressure disappears. He thrusts his hips into the air, desperate for release, and I let out a little laugh and skim my fingertip up the throbbing vein of his engorged cock. “Don’t forget, Luca—you move, I stop.”
He growls, there’s a sudden blur of movement, and I find myself flat on my back. He looms above me, arms planted on either side of my face, corded muscle in pillars of iron. His eyes are fully ringed in vivid, shining silver.
“I’ve decided that’s a stupid fucking rule,” he says, pushing three thick fingers inside me all at once. I yelp, and he puts the other hand around my throat and lightly squeezes.
My body responds immediately, and I smile up at him as his fingers tighten around my neck. I knew all along that it was an illusion, of course. There’s no way a few scraps of fabric would hold down a creature like this. I knew it, he knew it, but it was fun to play.
“It really is a stupid rule.” I arch into his fingers. “I’m glad you realize that now.”
Snarling, he removes his fingers from inside me and flips me over onto my belly.
My face lands on the pillow, and he wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand and tugs my head up.
His fangs scrape my neck, and I tremble in anticipation.
I know how good it feels to be bitten by this man—his mouth on me, that sensual sucking, the rhythmic pulse it sends through my body.
It’s like a fucking meteor shower exploding in every cell.
His presence is suddenly gone, and I’m about to protest when I feel him behind me, pulling my hips up, placing me on my knees with my ass in the air.
He holds down my neck with one hand and delicately runs the other across my cheeks.
It’s a new kind of torture, wondering what he will do next and knowing there’s nothing I can do to control it.
The palm of his hand comes down hard against the flesh of my backside, and I cry out in protest. He ignores me, keeping me held down, spanking me until I squeal. “This ass,” he growls as he paddles me with his hand, “is mine. I am the only one who gets to do this, you understand?”
Groaning with my mouth pressed into the pillow, I try to nod. I have been spanked before—in a humiliating and painful way. This is different. This is Luca. This is him claiming me and wiping away my past. Him cleansing me.
He slaps me again. My ass cheeks are so sore. They must be bright red by now. After a few more smacks, he lets up the pressure from the back of my neck and soothingly strokes my bottom. The change of pace is confusing and luscious.
He slides a finger slowly inside my slit, making a wet sound. I’m dripping all over him. I startle as he touches his tongue to me, but I shamelessly raise my pussy toward him.
He pushes his tongue inside me, searching and probing.
With pretty much zero warning, I come, my brain a shocked scramble, my body a trembling wreck.
Where the fuck did that come from? One minute I’m turned on, and the next I’m drowning in waves of pleasure as his tongue hits somewhere magical inside me.
I cry out his name, and he laps up my juices, my eyelids fluttering with the unexpected ecstasy. When he moves, his breath is a gentle caress on my neck. The pressure of his body traps me, and he tugs my hair so I’m forced to look at him.
“You just came all over my face,” he says. “I’m fucking drenched in you.”
My fluids glisten on his stubble, and he slowly skims his tongue over his lips. I have a moment where I feel embarrassed, ashamed even, until he adds, “You taste like heaven, bella. I’m going to make you come on my face every fucking day.”
“I guess I can live with that.”
He releases me, but I remain prone on the bed, too wrung out to consider moving just yet. His hands run slowly down my body, coming to rest on the curve of my backside. He smooths his palms over my sore cheeks and murmurs, “You have a lovely ass, Rosa. Have you been fucked in it before?”
“Yes,” I admit, face burning. “It wasn’t my favorite thing in the world.”
I hear a sucking sound and turn my head to see him licking his own pointer finger. He grins at me like the devil, and I know exactly what’s going to happen next.
He spreads my cheeks apart and slowly inserts that one finger. I suck in a breath. This man’s fingers are bigger than some cocks I’ve encountered. It stings as he carries on pushing it in, not stopping when I squirm, all the time murmuring words of encouragement and telling me to relax.
“Easy for you to say,” I mutter. “You’re not the one with a finger up his ass.”
He laughs. “As I think I’ve demonstrated, I’m willing to play whatever games you like, bella. Now just breathe and let me play with you.”
I do as I’m told, because in reality, I’m starting to enjoy it. The sting and the stretch and the feeling of fullness bring me pleasure, and I find myself wondering what it would be like to have more in there. To have him filling both my holes.
“You’re mewling, Rosa.” He steadily pumps that finger in and out of me. “Like a desperate little kitten. Tell me what it is you want, my sweet.”
I grasp the sheets with my fists. “I want you in both places. I want you to fuck me in the pussy and in the ass at the same time. And I’d like you to do it really hard.”
Within seconds, his dick is rammed inside me. He shoves another finger into my ass and pauses, totally still as I wriggle around and sigh and adjust to the new sensations. Holy fuck, it feels incredible—like he actually lives inside my body and has finally come home.
“You okay?” He has one hand on my hip while he gently rocks backward and forward, skewering me with his cock and driving his fingers into me at the same time.
“No, I’m not okay. I said hard, didn’t I?”
He slaps my ass so firmly I shout, grabs my hip to steady me, and then it begins. Oh Jesus, does it begin.
He drives into me, shoving me up the bed.
My head collides with the frame. My breath comes in ragged gusts.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, he fucks me with such unbelievable force that I feel like he might come out the other side.
I’ve never felt so full, so used, so desperate for more.
It’s utterly delicious, and I am hovering on the edge of another orgasm.
“Be careful,” he says between thrusts, “what you wish for. Telling a vampire to go hard isn’t the same as telling a human to go hard.”
God, he’s right, I think, crying out now with each outrageous plunge of his hips, every searing shove of his fingers. This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I am dizzy with the shock of it.
Keeping his fingers and his cock inside me, he scoops his other arm under my breasts and pulls me up so I’m kneeling with my back crushed to his chest. The change in angle brings a whole new set of sensations, and he clamps his palm over my mouth as I scream.
He pulls my head to one side, and his fangs sink into my neck with a sudden, sharp pain. Before, he was cautious, gentle, but this is different. This is primal.
His fangs are buried in my skin, and his cock is like a piston inside my aching pussy.
He carries on slamming his fingers in and out of my asshole, stretching me wider each time.
All the pleasure, all the pain, all the fucking feelings are flowing through me, from one point to another.
Pussy, ass, neck—I’m a giant throbbing triangle.
He sucks my blood, and it rushes to the surface, pulsing hot and thick into his waiting mouth. His dick bangs into me faster, and I grab hold of his thick arm, clinging to the muscle, not sure how much more of any of it I can take.
His mouth comes away from my skin, the blood still trickling. “Come now, Rosa—come for me!” he demands, his voice low and irresistible. He licks the wounds on my neck, and that delicate touch, that velvety skim of his tongue, pushes me over the edge.
I come, screaming his name, my walls clamping around his still-thrusting cock. I seem to be having an orgasm in three different places at once. I am flying apart into a million tiny pieces, losing myself in the sheer power of it.
He shudders, gives one final hammer blow, and comes inside me—hot, warm, everywhere. He falls forward, and I land beneath him, trapped by his huge body. I twist my face around so I can breathe and smile as he swears under his breath. Italian words that would make a better woman blush.
We lie there for a few moments, both spent, covered in blood and cum and sweat. He pulls his fingers and his cock out of my ruined body, and I feel bereft. He rolls onto his side next to me and brushes back my hair.
“I’m sorry.” He presses a gentle kiss on the stinging wound his teeth left behind. “I’ve hurt you.”
I place my palm on the side of his stubbled face and gaze into those impossibly dark eyes. At his lips, those magical lips, now shining with my blood. I smile and bury my fingers in the thick furrows of his hair. “You didn’t hurt me. You never hurt me. You’re bringing me back to life.”