Chapter Fifty-Two
ORAZIO
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Her body was the perfect canvas, the perfect blank page, the perfect musical instrument. And the sounds she made were divine, proving that she was truly heaven-sent. Raz couldn’t keep his hands and tongue off her.
Each kiss was intense and sensual as hell as if he were trying to memorize every inch of her. His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips possessively before pinning his lower body against hers, wanting her to feel just how hard she had him.
His cock throbbed against her, hungering for her pussy just as much as his tongue was. Raz’s mouth found the swell of her breast, his lips teasing the delicate curve before he traveled a bit lower, his tongue flicking over her nipple.
He grazed his teeth against her pebbling nipple. She gasped, arching into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on her. He’d told her not to move her hands. But his woman was stubborn and didn’t listen.
She would get a spanking for that. But that could come later after he’d fucked her with his tongue. His kisses grew hungrier, more insistent, as he moved lower, tasting her skin like she was the finest delicacy he’d ever encountered.
He paused at her navel, his dark eyes lifting to meet hers. “You’re my everything, Rosa,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “Everything. And you’ve been that since the moment I saw you.”
Before she could respond, his lips continued their descent, his hands sliding down the side of her body as his lips traveled lower and lower, kissing and licking her, marking her with his tongue.
The entire time, his eyes never left hers. There was no hesitation, no rushing, just a slow, sincere worshiping of the woman he cherished, the woman who owned him – mind, body, and soul.
She was his heaven, his hell, his sun, his moon. His world revolved around her and her happiness and her pleasure. Monique’s breath quickened as Raz settled between her thighs, his large hands gripping her hips to hold her down.
His gaze locked with hers, and the hunger in her brown eyes damn near made him groan. He was already leaking, cock desperate to be inside her. First, he wanted her cream on his tongue, down his throat.
His gaze dropped to her pussy. Damn , she was already glistening for him. He exhaled, his breath feathering across her wet pussy, making her body shiver with desire. A desire only he could satisfy.
“Raz...” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
He didn’t reply. Instead, he lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her. The moment he did, she gasped, her back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure coursed through her.
Raz groaned, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh as he licked her again, slower this time, savoring her taste. It had been too long since he’d had her pussy in his mouth. Too long since her juices had coated his tongue.
He’d wanted to take this slow. But fuck that. He wanted to swallow this woman down, leaving nothing behind. He needed her to deliver a tsunami to his tongue. And if he choked on her nectar, he’d die a happy man.
With a groan, he devoured her like a man starved, his tongue exploring her silken folds, every wet inch of her tight pussy. His grip on her hips tightened as she began to squirm, her moans growing louder with each flick and stroke of his tongue.
“You taste like heaven,” he rasped between wet kisses, his voice thick with desire.
His Rosa moaned his name as his tongue caressed her slit before dipping between her wet folds to explore her sweet channel. Monique’s fingers fisted in the sheets, her body trembling as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
His tongue circled her sensitive bud, and when he sucked gently, she shattered, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her juices flowed into his mouth. His eyes briefly drifted shut as a sense of euphoria swept over him.
Fuck! His woman was delicious. Raz didn’t stop. He continued to lick and tease her, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling mess beneath him. Only then did he rise, his lips glistening with her essence as he crawled back up her body.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his hands framing her face as he kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. “You cum so beautifully, Rosa.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I need you, Raz,” she whispered against his lips. “All of you.”
“I’m going to give you all of me, sweet Rosa,” he promised, his voice fierce.
Raz reached down, gripping his thick cock tightly and sliding the tip between her wet folds, soaking it in her juices. She raised her hips, trying to entice him to sink into her heat.
“Patience, my Rose,” he whispered, stroking his cock, lubricating it with her honey before guiding himself to her entrance. He paused, his forehead pressing against hers as he whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she replied, her voice shaking with emotion.
With a slow, deep thrust, Raz entered her, their bodies connecting in the most intimate way. They both gasped, the intensity of the moment stealing their breath. He moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of her, the way her body welcomed him so perfectly.
Monique clung to him, her nails digging into his back as he set the rhythm, each thrust filling her with more than just pleasure, but also love, devotion, a promise that they would always have each other.
With his cock, he wrote a love letter on her walls, promising to remain true to their love in this life and the afterlife. There would never be anyone else for either of them. This was that forever kind of love.
The kind of love that couldn’t be duplicated. It was a once-in-a-lifetime love, and he would protect it as if his life depended on it, because it did.
“Rosa...” Raz groaned, his voice rough as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “You’re mine. Always mine. Only mine.”
“Always,” she whispered, her lips pressing against the side of his temple.
Their movements grew more frantic, their bodies chasing the crescendo that loomed just beyond their reach. He’d really wanted to take this slow, to show her that he could be gentle. But her pussy felt too good to go slow.
And his cock was too hungry for her cream. He pulled back, easing out of her until only the tip remained in her. She dug her nails into his back, letting him know she wanted him back, buried to the hilt in her pussy.
Raz chuckled as he thrust forward, slamming into her with a force that rocked the bed. He silenced her gasp with a kiss as he fucked her, pounding her body into the bed. His Rosa wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him to sink deeper into her.
He groaned into their kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as his cock drilled her pussy. Her moans vibrated against his tongue, making him crave more of her, all of her. He wanted to fuck her until her throat was too raw to scream his name, until she fell apart on his cock, soaking it in her juices as he demanded even more of her.
His Rosa raised her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, matching his pace, working her pussy on his cock, making him wonder who was fucking who. She bit his lower lip, tugging on it as she gyrated against him, swirling her pussy on his cock.
“Fuuuuck, Rosa....” Her name fell from his lips like a prayer as he worshipped her body.
Raz groaned as Monique rolled her hips, grinding against him, her nails leaving trails of fire down his back. Her body was as fierce as her spirit, and she gave as good as she got, meeting each of his thrusts with an intensity that made his head spin. Her lips found his neck, biting and sucking, leaving her mark on him just as he had on her.
“Rosa,” he rasped, his voice a desperate growl as his movements became rougher, more insistent. “You drive me fucking insane.”
“Good,” she breathed, her voice laced with challenge as she tugged his hair, pulling his head back to meet her gaze. “Then lose control for me, Orazio.”
Raz’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he growled low in his throat. “Be careful what you ask for, Rosa.”
She smirked, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. “I wouldn’t ask for it if I couldn’t handle it. I can handle whatever you give me, Don Cattaneo.”
The dare in her voice sent a shiver down his spine, and any semblance of restraint he’d been holding onto snapped. With a guttural growl, Raz thrust forward with bruising intensity. Monique gasped, her head falling back as she arched into him, her body surrendering even as her hands roamed over his chest, scratching and gripping as if she were trying to reclaim some control.
“Mine,” Raz growled, his teeth grazing her neck as he thrust harder, deeper, claiming every inch of her. “Say it.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but he angled his hips just right, and her words dissolved into a cry of pleasure. He smirked, his chest swelling with primal pride at the way her body bent to his will.
Not one to back down, Monique surprised him by lifting her hips and pushing at his chest, forcing him onto his back. Her thighs straddled his hips as she took him in, sinking onto his cock with a slow roll of her hips that had him groaning her name.
“Yours?” she teased, her hands braced against his chest as she moved above him, her rhythm torturously slow. “Or are you mine, Don Cattaneo?”
Her words were a challenge, and Raz met it head-on. His hands shot to her hips, holding her as he surged upward, burying himself in her heat with a force that had them both crying out.
“Both,” he growled, his hands guiding her movements as they found a rhythm that was wild, desperate, and utterly consuming. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Always, Rosa.”
Their bodies moved together, sweat-slicked and desperate, the air between them thick with the sound of skin against skin, ragged breaths, and moans of pleasure. It wasn’t just sex, it was an unspoken battle, a mutual surrender, and an all-consuming need to drown in each other.
Monique clawed at his chest, her nails leaving marks that he welcomed, her body trembling as she rode him harder, faster, chasing her release with the same ferocity he felt burning in his veins. Raz let her take what she needed, his hands roaming her body, caressing, gripping, worshiping her with every touch.
“You’re perfect,” he groaned, his voice hoarse as he thrust up into her, meeting her pace. “Everything I’ll ever need.”
Monique’s head fell back, a cry tearing from her lips as her body clenched around him, dragging him into her ecstasy. The sight of her, the feel of her, pushed him over the edge. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep, his release crashing through him like a tidal wave.
He held her against him as they both came down, their bodies trembling, their breaths mingling as they clung to each other. Raz’s hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her flushed skin.
“Rosa,” he whispered, his voice soft but heavy with emotion. “There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you.”
Monique leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was sweet and tender, a stark contrast to the raw passion they’d just shared.
“I know, Raz. And I’d do the same for you.”
As they lay tangled together, their hearts still pounding in unison, Raz realized that this right here, her in his arms, their love carved into every breath, every touch, the scent of their love filling the air, this was his haven, this was the only peace he’d ever need.
Fuck the outside world. Fuck his family. Fuck the business and organization. That all could wait. This was where he wanted to be. As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside faded away.
With his Rose lying on top of him, her head resting on his chest, his semi-hard cock still inside her, he reached down and pulled the sheet up, tugging until it covered him and her. His sweet Rose drifted back to sleep with his cock still in her, his cum slowly seeping from her heat, dripping down his balls.
This was his peace, his heaven on earth, his greatest blessing. And he couldn’t believe it all started with a dangerous contract. Raz smiled as he closed his eyes. He slept soundly, not even dreaming while he slumbered. He had no reason to dream.
His dream girl was in the real world, waiting for him to wake up.