Chapter 29
Vivi
I HAD NO idea oral sex could be so gratifying—so erotic.
But I’d hear Luca’s tortured groan as he exploded in my mouth for the rest of my life, in my dreams, and when my thoughts scattered to him during my days.
Having him take his pleasure from me was beyond any experience I ever imagined.
This powerful man, holding me as if I were his only treasure, was everything. He was everything.
Before I could tell him so, he swept me up and laid me on the bed.
He lowered himself over my body, bracketing my shoulders with his forearms. God, his eyes—tormented pools of deep blue—were stuck to mine as his still-hard cock slipped between my thighs, and we both hissed from the contact.
He swiveled his hips, watching me as he did.
My nails scraped his back. I clawed, pulling him down and seeking his mouth with my own, but he wouldn’t give in to my demand.
Instead, he teased and tormented me with his dick.
Sparks zapped inside me, growing bigger and brighter, until I cried out my frustration.
Pressing up onto his hands, he dipped down and sucked my nipple, nipping it with his teeth.
White-hot light shattered behind my eyes.
I rocked against him while his tip slid through my wet folds and stroked my clit.
With the rhythmic tempo rub, rub, rubbing and his mouth on my breast, my blood burst into flames.
“Please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.”
He responded with the cruel clamp of his lips on my tit and his gaze holding my own.
Yet this was exactly what I asked for. The raging fire.
The mindless passion I desperately wanted in my marriage.
Mio salvatore gave it to me with the rounded swell of his ass clenching as he fucked through my slit.
My God, he was beautiful. Slick skin. Broad shoulders.
Lean muscle and rippling sinew. The slash of black hair on his forehead moved as his mouth went from one breast to the other, bestowing biting kisses and fueling the fire in my veins.
“Oh…” My fingers speared into his hair. My back arched. “I’m going to come again.”
He groaned. A cord of tension grew and coiled, pulling me higher and stealing my breath.
His fat crown scraped my clit and the rope snapped.
I came so hard that my ears rang, and I slipped beneath the surface, dragging all the sounds into the inferno with me.
Lava flooded my limbs and curled my toes.
I swayed and rocked with the cruel pace of his hips, riding each delirious wave as it rolled through my body.
“Luca,” I sighed, going limp on the bed.
While his name still lingered in the air, he was up on his knees and spreading my thighs wide.
He stared at me there. At the patch of light hair centered above a glistening strip of pink flesh.
A flash of doubt nearly crumbled my confidence.
Ugly little Vivienne, naked and spread-eagled for this bronzed god.
But the way he looked at me, like I was bold and beautiful—like I was perfect—moved my heartbeat between my legs.
His eyes were lazy as they drifted up to mine, yet they were filled with a riot of unrest: violent conviction and the same possessive spark I felt inside my chest. My vision slid down to the dark trail traveling from his navel to the cropped curls surrounding his jutting shaft, the thick head leaking with precum.
I licked my lips. He licked his finger, dropped it, and ran the tip through my slick heat.
Then he slid it inside, breaching my channel to the knuckle.
A breath caught in my throat. My hands curled in the sheet.
He fingered me, driving in to ease the ache he rebuilt with a press and rub of his thumb against my clit.
All while watching. Always watching from beneath the lusty haze of blue.
“I want,” he said. Not I want you, or I need you—just an honest, agonized word that forced my legs to open wider. Virginity was no deterrent. Pain was an afterthought. I only needed to slay his demon by offering myself as a sacrifice to his agony.
“Then take.” I submitted to him without hesitation, placing my heels on his spread knees.
His free hand dug into my thigh, his nails digging in as I had scratched his shoulders.
Then he aligned his huge crown with my entrance and pushed.
Mio Dio. His dick was so much more than his finger or mine when I played with myself, pretending I had him.
Now that I did, he’d made me wet, but the orgasms had also made me swollen.
Still, he wedged an inch inside my body that could only give so much before the pinch.
I held in a whimper when he couldn’t withhold a deep rumble.
“Fuck,” he swore, squeezing his eyes closed for just a second.
When his gaze met mine again, he moved into a plank position, bracketing his arms around me and pressing his hips down to spread me open even more.
“This sweet body, this tight cunt, and this beautiful mind belong to me, Vivienne. Say it.”
“Sì.” I nodded, holding his cheeks with shaking hands. “Always.”
Something dark flashed in the blue, followed by a bright spark of regret. As if to hide from the emotions, his nose fell into the hollow of my neck, and my fingers slid into his hair.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into my skin. “I’m sorry for this and for making you wait. I’m so sorry that I’m not strong enough to walk away, but I want you too much. Ti prego, perdonami. Forgive me for everything.”
“Luca—”
“Per favore, mio bellissimo uccellino. La mia luce brillante. Perdonami per questo.” Please, my beautiful bird. My bright light. Forgive me for this.
He thrust forward, tearing through my virginity in one smooth move.
My cry pierced the air.
He shuddered and groaned.
It hurt. It hurt so bad. I hit his shoulders and squirmed, stunned by the sharp pressure.
The fullness. He moved away for a breath, only to wrap himself around me and take my mouth, swallowing my next curse.
That kiss was worth a thousand words. Praise and gratitude.
Sorrow and pure joy. All of it conveyed through long, deep strokes of his tongue.
The merciless sweep went on and on, his heart racing with mine.
His body holding me down was heavy and so perfect, bliss shot through my veins, and I forgot the discomfort.
The burn. Stars bled into my darkness, and I was surrounded by bright light and pleasure.
Dear God. Luca was inside me. He consumed me. My mind. My body. Everywhere. In every breath and every feeling. There was only Luca. Luca. Luca. Until I needed more. More. More. I moaned, and the vibration seemed to spur him into action.
He broke from my lips and stared into my eyes as he reared back, then drove his fat cock into sensitive tissue, splitting me in two, three, and four. Minute by minute, he pieced me back together with a hard thrust and a rough grunt of satisfaction.
I couldn’t get enough of him. I grabbed his ass, scraped my nails up his spine, and wound my fingers in his hair, holding him so close that there wasn’t a whisper between us.
No secrets. No mob. No crazy vendetta or my revenge.
There was only my husband, his need, and my body that slaked his desire.
Luca rose up onto his hands, only to lean his forehead on my shoulder so we could both see where we were joined.
Bright red blood coated his shaft as he pulled free.
“There’s your proof, Vivienne. I own you now. There’s no going back.” He pressed the words into my skin as he sank back in, stretching me impossibly thin and rebuilding every broken piece as he did.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and agreed. “I’m yours forever.”
He swallowed my pledge in his mouth. There was no room to talk then.
We were all hands and touch, short gasps and rocking hips.
My breasts swayed. He kneaded one while he bit the other, sucking my nipples until he pulled a groan from my lungs.
When I was a panting, bleating mess of want, he buried his head in my neck, brought us chest to chest, and pumped into me.
Hard. Harder. Back and forth, without a break from the bliss burning down my spine.
The sounds he coaxed out of me, the whimpers and pleas, grew incoherent and louder as I raced toward the brink of release. I grabbed his hair, his back, and his ass—anything that could anchor me against the wave of heat flooding my veins.
“Say my name when you come,” he demanded. “I want to hear you, bird. With your blood as our bond, give me your most precious vow.”
“I’m—” I clung to him. “I’m so close. Oh—”
“That’s it.” He grunted.
“Please,” I begged.
I needed the winding, building torment to end.
He snapped his hips.
I cracked, exploding into a scream that echoed off the cabin walls.
“Good Christ,” he groaned. “I knew it. I knew you would look perfect coming on my dick. Fuck—that’s so good, uccello.”
Contractions beat against my core, stealing my breath. This was the first time I had a man to cling to, for my body to contract against, and I tried squeezing him deeper into the merciless clutching of my orgasm.
“Luca,” I panted. “My God.”
It was beautiful. More than beautiful. I opened my eyes to tell him so, but he hovered over me, watching me with such intensity that I lost my words.
A dark rumble rolled through him. His hand on my throat tightened, so did the other on my waist, just as his jaw tensed. He pulled out to the tip and snapped his hips again. I gasped. He groaned.
Punishing—
Jagged—
Staccato—
Thrusts followed, along with my name.
“Vivienne.” That one word was laced with so much thick emotion, it sat heavy on my chest, even as a rough sound ripped past his lips and he shuddered, finishing with a surge of heat deep inside me.