Chapter Four #2
His eyes fire up as they always do when I call him by his hacker name. His alter ego. That dangerous persona he keeps from his friends and family. Everyone else knows Lorenzo Rossi, the friendliest of the Rossi brothers. The golden retriever.
But I get Raziel.
Only I get Raziel.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear, his voice low and dangerous.
I bite back a whimper when his hand slides under my T-shirt and caresses my body, sliding his hands around my waist and pulling me closer to him.
I feel the hard press of his erection against my core.
I moan when his hand drops down to squeeze my butt, causing my pussy to clench.
“Then do it,” I purr, leaning forward to kiss his stubbled jawline and neck, trailing my hand over his shoulder and enjoying the feeling of his muscles under my fingertips.
I feel my skin come alive, growing heated as I trace my mouth over his jaw before seeking his lips with mine.
“I'm ready, Raziel. Please. I don't want to wait any longer.”
The words have barely left my lips when I find myself flipped onto my back and staring up at Lorenzo. He is larger than life. So handsome under the glow of the city's nighttime lights bathing the room from the open window.
I meet him halfway when he leans down to kiss me, slowly at first. Gentle like I’m the most precious thing in the world, but I’m having none of it. I’ve had just about enough of being treated like porcelain. I don’t want that. Not now. Not here.
Not when my body is practically thrumming with need.
“Raziel,” I whimper, combing a hand into his hair and tugging hard as I push into the kiss, pleading for him to take me as he promised he would. As he has in the last couple of days. “Please.”
I gasp when he slams his mouth hard against mine, stealing air right out of my lungs. “I’ll make it so good,” he growls, his hand sliding between us to pry open my legs. “I won’t promise to take it easy on you, Fiona.”
“I don’t want easy.” Not tonight. Not when my skin is practically burning alive for something I’ve never had before but I can’t stop craving.
He nips my bottom lip enough to sting. I gasp, but he’s already moving down, kissing and licking a path down my neck.
My vision grows hazy as he moves lower, shoving at my T-shirt to kiss the spot between my breasts.
I sob as his mouth closes hotly around my nipple, his mouth intense and his sinful tongue driving me wild as he licks and suckles my nipples, leaving them sensitive.
There is no gentle caress as he moves down my body, and I feel him shudder when he settles between my thighs.
I whimper when he buries his face between my thighs and inhales deeply, making a deep growly noise in his throat. That is all the warning I get before I feel the wet press of his mouth devouring my pussy.
“Raziel!” I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed, but they're roughly pushed back down and held in place as that sinful tongue travels through my folds, sending the most incredible feeling rocketing through my body. “Oh God, yes… Oh!”
I tighten my grip in his hair as I rock forward to meet his tongue. Later, perhaps when my brain isn't filled with a lust-induced fog, I'll look back at my wanton behavior and be horrified by it, but in the moment, I can't bring myself to care.
I can’t do anything but…feel.
The ceiling swims above me as he presses his face deeper into me, rubbing his tongue over my aching clit, kissing, and licking at it until I’m thrashing in the bed with the need for release.
He holds me still, groaning deep in his chest as his tongue saws wetly over my nub, raking his mouth wetly between my folds until I’m sobbing.
“Raziel,” I cry out when he pushes me closer to the edge. “Close, oh God!”
My hips jerk when I feel his finger press against my entrance.
Then he slowly pushes it inside, touching the sensitive nerves that send my back bowing off the bed and legs thrashing as an orgasm tears through me.
I scream his name, over and over again, as pleasure rolls through my stomach and spreads to the rest of my body.
God.
Oh God.
My toes curl with pleasure as that sinful tongue swipes over my aching sex until I'm a wrecked, trembling mess.
I'm still heaving when his mouth crashes down on mine, our heavy breathing mingling together.
His mouth moves over mine, and the taste of me on his tongue reignites the fiery heat low in my belly.
My hands find their way onto his shoulders, and I moan when his tongue finds mine, the kiss turning aggressive.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he breathes into the kiss, reaching between us to grip his shaft.
I gasp when he brings it to my pussy and runs it through the wetness.
“I ache for you, la mia flamma. Can you feel it?” I tighten my hands on his shoulders when he pushes forward, sliding the tip of his cock into me, stretching me.
“Fuck baby, can you feel how much I want you. I can't fucking stand it at times. Just having you close, you shatter my control!”
“Then lose control,” I whisper against his mouth. The need to please the man as he has pleased me countless times before makes me open my legs wider, ignoring the painful sting when he sinks deeper into me. “Make me yours, Raziel. I can take you.”
“Fuck,” he grates, sinking even further into me, and I wince as his thickness stretches me.
He’s so big. I ache for him, but Christ, it feels like I’m being split open.
“I'm sorry, baby,” he rasps, and his mouth slams hard on mine before he rocks forward and through the thin veil of my virginity, filling me completely with a roar.
“Oh God!” I cry out, burying my nails into his shoulders at the sharp pain. It fades as fast as it came, easing into a dull ache. I expected the pain and pleasure but not the ache in my chest. The connection feels more than just physical, and it terrifies me—how intimate the moment is.
It’s scary—just how close I want to be with this man. Forever. And even more terrifying is the thought that he might not want the same thing with me.
Does he want the same with me?
Lorenzo drops his head into my neck, his muscles tense and breathing labored. When he pulls back to look at me, I notice his eyes are heavy-lidded. “How do you feel, baby?”
“Full,” I say, feeling a giggle climb up my throat. “You’re so big.”
Lorenzo groans, dropping his forehead against mine.
“You’re just tight, la mia flamma.” His breath brushes softly against mine as he dips his hand between us, and his thumb finds my clit.
He starts stroking it softly. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Fiona O’Shea. I’m not sure I ever will.”
“Me too,” I moan, rolling my hips to meet his finger as it moves firmly over my swollen bud, strumming it faster.
When his mouth finds mine, I suck eagerly on his tongue.
I whimper when he starts to move, rocking gently into me as he strums my clit, his shaft stretching me in a mix of pain and pleasure.
He drops his forearm to the space above my head and pulls back to look at me, his heated eyes holding mine as he rocks in and out of me, the friction making my vision waver, but I don't break the contact.
I feel everything at once. Pleasure I never could have dreamed of as every inch of my skin turns achy… unbearably hot.
Raziel.
I can’t be sure if the name is said out loud or in my head. My senses are all twisted, and I can feel nothing but him. His scent and those heated eyes watching me scramble all else from my head. It's too much, and when I feel my body strain with the threat of release, it's his name I sob.
Raziel.
“I'm here, baby.” His voice is strained as he thrusts into me, strumming my clit and sending pleasure rolling through my body. “I’ve got you. Come for me.”
His order sends my back bowing off the bed and pussy clenching hard around his cock. Pleasure starts building at the spot connecting us before shooting to the rest of me, blinding me with its intensity. I cry out, trembling from the intensity of it—the violence of it.
“Raziel,” I sob, shaking under the man as he thrusts shallowly into me, stretching my climax until I’m trembling, and only then does he take me.
Something in him snaps as he pulls back before slamming forward and burying his full length in me.
I cry out when he pins me into the mattress and picks up the pace of his thrusts, my sensitive walls clenching around him, dragging me toward yet another orgasm. “Oh, God… Oh!
“Fuuuck!” Lorenzo buries his face back into my neck and groans brokenly as he takes me faster and harder, pumping his cock into me five more times before he comes with a roar, flooding me with his cum.
I whimper at the feeling, hugging him close to me as his thrusts slow and become gentle, pumping into me until I’ve milked him of every drop before collapsing over me.
Our bodies tremble together from the aftermath, the smell of sex heavy between us. Intoxicating. Perfect.
Mine.
I feel his lips on my temple and all over my face.
Once he recovers, his voice soothing as he whispers into my ear.
I can't keep track of his words, not when my body feels deliciously limber.
I barely register it when he climbs off the bed and comes back moments later with a towel to clean me up.
I drift in and out of sleep through the process, but I don't fall completely until he returns to bed and pulls me flush against him, tucking my face under his chin.
This time, my mind doesn't wander. No, it stays in the room, in bed, and with the man who has stolen my heart.
I only think of him as I drift off.
***
I wake up alone in bed.