Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PIETRO
The sight of her spread out on my desk, her body still shuddering from her release, makes me harder than I've ever been.
Her skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, her breathing ragged. Fuck, she's beautiful.
"Up," I command, my voice rough with need. "Now."
Nora pushes herself up on trembling arms, her green eyes glassy with pleasure. I grip her hips and spin her around so she's facing away from me.
Her back arches beautifully as I press against her, her ass fitting perfectly against my throbbing cock.
Her scent fills the air—vanilla mixed with her arousal and my own hunger. I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in as I hold her tight against me.
My hand travels down her stomach, fingers slipping through wet heat between her legs. She gasps when my fingers find her clit again, still swollen and sensitive.
"So wet for me," I growl against her ear. "All mine."
She whimpers as I tease her, my fingers circling that perfect bundle of nerves. I can feel her body tensing, ready to shatter again. But I stop abruptly, drawing a frustrated groan from her lips.
I step back just enough to reach into the top desk drawer. My fingers close around one of the foil packets I keep everywhere—the office, cars, every damn room in the compound. Force of habit from years of meaningless encounters. But this isn't meaningless.
Not with her.
Kneeling behind her, I tear open the condom with my teeth. The thought flashes through my mind—someday, I won't need these with her. I'll fill her completely, claim every inch of her without barriers.
The idea makes my cock ache even harder.
My hands glide over her curves as I rise, tracing the delicate line of her spine down to the perfect swell of her ass. Her skin is warm silk beneath my palms, flawless and pale.
I smack her ass hard enough to leave my handprint blooming on her skin. She cries out, her body jerking forward before arching back toward me.
"Look at you," I murmur, unzipping my pants and freeing my cock. "Made for me."
I roll the condom on with quick efficiency, my eyes never leaving her body. Every dip and curve is mine to explore.
The way her back arches in invitation. The flush spreading across her shoulder blades. The bruise forming where I bit her thigh. My marks on her skin.
I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. She's so wet, so ready. I push in slowly, inch by excruciating inch, savoring the tight heat enveloping me. Her breath hitches, her body stretching to accommodate me.
When I'm fully seated inside her, I pause, my forehead resting against her shoulder.
"Christ, Nora," I groan. "You feel like fucking heaven."
My hands slide up her back, pressing her down until her stomach rests against the cool wood of the desk.
Her cheek pressed to the surface, her hair fanned out around her. I pull out almost completely before slamming back in hard. She cries out, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth wood.
I set a brutal pace, my hips snapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, punctuated by her breathy moans and my own grunts of satisfaction.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growl, tightening my grip on her hips. "When you pushed me? When you challenged me?"
She can only gasp as I drive into her harder, deeper. I lean over her, my mouth close to her ear.
"Tell me who you belong to."
"Pietro," she moans, her voice thick with arousal.
"Say it again," I demand, my thrusts becoming more punishing.
"You!" she cries out. "I belong to you."
She tightens around me, her body clenching as her orgasm hits.
The feel of her coming on my cock pushes me over the edge. My release crashes through me, my roar muffled against her skin.
I stay buried inside her for long moments, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room.
I press soft kisses along her shoulder, the possessive fire still burning in my veins. She's mine. Only mine.
NORA
His hands grip my waist, lifting me effortlessly from the desk. I wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me toward the hidden door.
My cheek presses against the hard plane of his chest, skin slick with sweat. I watch the muscles ripple beneath his skin with each step - shoulders broad enough to block out the world, biceps flexed with the effort of holding me.
The bedroom reveals itself behind a panel of bookshelves. Moonlight streams through tall windows, painting silver stripes across the dark sheets. He lowers me onto the mattress, the cool silk against my heated skin making me gasp. Pietro stands beside the bed, letting me look my fill.
My eyes run over the hard lines of his body, the ridges of his abdomen, the thick muscles of his thighs, the dark trail leading to his cock, still thick and ready.
"Like what you see, Kelly?" His voice rumbles through the darkness.
I trace the scar cutting through his eyebrow with my fingertip. "Every damn inch."
He covers my body with his. His mouth claims mine as his hands explore every curve. His thumb brushes my nipple, drawing it to a hard peak. My back arches off the bed as pleasure shoots straight to my core.
"Turn over," he commands against my lips.
I obey, rolling onto my stomach. He settles between my thighs, his hands spreading me open.
His cock slides into me from behind, deep and sure.
I bite the pillow to muffle my cry as he fills me completely.
"Look." His hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back so I see our reflection in the mirrored closet doors. "See how perfect you take me."
The sight steals my breath - his body moving over mine, my face flushed with pleasure, his grip possessive on my hip. I've never seen anything so raw, so intimate. My body tightens around him, pulling a groan from his chest.
He pulls out when I'm on the edge, flipping me onto my back before I can protest. He drags me to the edge of the bed, my legs over his shoulders. "Look at me while I make you come."
His mouth descends, tongue circling my clit with ruthless precision. Two fingers plunge inside me, curling just right. My hands fist in the sheets as pleasure builds, sharp and sweet.
"Pietro!"
"Come for me, Nora."
I shatter screaming his name, my body convulsing around his fingers. Before the tremors stop, he's sliding back into me. We move together, our eyes locked. This position feels deeper, more vulnerable. I see the intensity in his eyes, feel his control slipping with every thrust.
His forehead drops to mine. "You wreck me, woman."
I've had sex before, but never like this. Never with this all-consuming fire that burns through every nerve ending. Never with someone who could shatter me and put me back together in the same breath. I didn't know bodies could do this, feel this, become this.
"Harder," I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't hold back."
He snaps his hips with brutal force, his grunts hot against my neck. I feel him swelling inside me, his rhythm faltering. His hand tangles in my hair again.
His roar echoes through the room as he comes, his body shuddering above me. He collapses against my chest, his breath hot on my skin.