40. A Fiery Blaze
CHAPTER 40
A FIERY BLAZE
R affaele
I lay there, on top of Isabella for a long moment, my cock still buried in her sweetness, like a total coglione trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. And keep myself from just staring at her. She looks so beautiful, hair wild, cheeks rosy, pouty lips swollen, all mussed up from fucking.
She looks absolutely perfect.
She looks like mine .
I can’t tear my gaze away from her. I want to commit this moment to memory, capture it and emblazon it in my mind where it will remain rent free until the day I die. This gorgeous, intelligent, amazing woman gave herself to me, to me . I don’t fucking deserve her, but I will take her anyway because that is the type of man I am.
And if she’ll let me, I’ll claim her as mine over and over again until the sun rises.
Isabella squirms beneath me, tearing me from my scattered thoughts. Dio , I must be crushing her. “Are you okay?”
She nods, her legs still clamped around my hips.
“Do you want me to move?”
She shakes her head, and a breathy sigh spills out. We fit so damned perfectly together. A part of me was scared I’d hurt her. I’d never been with a virgin, and I was admittedly big, but that pussy had stretched to fit me effortlessly. It had never felt this right with any other woman, not even?—
I cut off my dark musings of the past, refusing to compare the two. Isabella is not Laura, and she would never end up that way. I would put my life before hers a thousand times over before I let anyone touch her.
“Are you tired?”
She hasn’t spoken now for a few whole minutes which is very unlike my chatty princess.
“A little,” she finally murmurs.
It occurs to me I’m still inside her, and maybe she’s uncomfortable. “Sore?”
“Not really.”
Her expression is relaxed, but a little too blank for my liking. I can usually read her like a book, but right now, I have no idea what she’s feeling. Does she regret it? Based on the orgasm, I’m fairly certain she enjoyed it, but was it all for show?
I bring a tentative hand to her cheek and caress her soft skin. “You’re scaring me, principessa , I’ve never seen you this quiet.”
A soft chuckle slips out. “I’m just thinking.”
“About what?”
“What do you think?” A hint of mischief darkens the brilliant blue of her eyes.
“For once, I have no idea.”
“Well now, that’s interesting. I may have lost my virginity, but I’ve gained a new superpower—keeping my innermost thoughts from you.”
Now, a faint chuckle rumbles my chest. “First of all, you didn’t lose your virginity. You gave it to me.” The thought has my chest tightening, my lungs struggling to function. Why would she give me that honor? “Now, it’s mine forever.”
Her eyes narrow as she regards me. “That’s hardly fair. I gave you something so meaningful and what are you going to give me in return?”
My heart. My fucking soul. Everything.
I tuck the errant thoughts behind my teeth and keep them there. Because it’s too much and too soon.
And wrong .
I remind myself for the hundredth time because in my experience one cannot be an effective bodyguard once sex is involved, and feelings? A thousand times worst.
“Whatever you want,” I finally breathe.
She starts to move beneath me, her hips grinding against mine. My semi-hard dick is still inside her and if she keeps this up, I’ll be flying at full mast again in only a few seconds.
“This is what you want?” The corner of my lip twitches.
Her hands slide to my ass, fingers digging in and urging me on. “For starters.”
“Are you sure you can handle it? I might not be able to restrain myself now that I know how sinfully sweet you feel.”
“I can handle it.” She vaults her hips and rolls us over so she’s straddling me.
My now fully hard cock dives deeper at this new angle, and a hiss surges through her gritted teeth. She repositions herself, and I can almost feel her pussy walls stretching around me. They’re throttling my cock, so damn warm and wet. Isabella is the home I’d abandoned long ago, the one I didn’t realize I still needed.
I sit up and capture one of her nipples in my mouth, dragging my hands down her spine to keep her upright and further deepening the angle of penetration. I devour one perfect breast then the other as she grinds into my cock.
“Next time we’ll have to do this with Nutella. Licking the sweetness off every inch of you would be my absolute heaven.”
Her eyes widen, mouth bowing into a tempting curve. “Oh, Dio , yes!”
She’s slick as she slides up and down my shaft, so eager, so wet for me. My hands grip her hips, fingers curling into her flesh to guide her up and down. We start slowly, but after a few devastating minutes, I can’t control myself. I quicken the tempo, the steady rise and fall turning manic.
I only came ten minutes ago, and already, I feel my balls tightening.
Her head falls back, dark hair cascading across her bare shoulders, and fuck, she’s the most radiant woman I’ve ever seen. Her breasts bounce as she rides me like a pro, whimpering and moaning as I fill her with my cock.
“Are you going to come for me again, principessa ?” This would be the third, a definite record for me in such a short period of time.
She groans in response before she slides one of my hands from her hips and positions my fingers at her clit.
“You want me to fuck you with my finger and my cock?”
“Yes,” she pants. “I’m close.”
So am I. Embarrassingly.
I press my fingers to her clit, letting her rub against me without so much as moving. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I suck long and hard before dragging my teeth over the sensitive tip.
“Oh, fuck, Raf…”
“That’s right, principessa , I’ve got you. Come for me again.”
And she did.
Like a good girl, for once.
As the first rays of sunlight slide in through the windows, my eyes jolt open. An indescribable feeling settles over me, one I haven’t felt in years. Contentment. Isabella’s head slowly rises and falls with the steady rhythm of my chest. She’s naked, sprawled on top of me, and my arms are firmly encircling her torso, keeping her in place.
Besides on the jet with Isabella a month ago, I can’t remember the last time I slept with a woman. Not sex… even though it’s been a while on that count too.
My cock is still nestled between her legs, and on the way to becoming hard again. As if she’s felt it, or maybe it’s my increasing heart rate, her lids slowly open. She lets out a yawn as a lazy smile slides across her lips.
“Morning, principessa ,” I mumble.
She teeters to the side, but my arms tighten, keeping her firmly on top of me. “Morning.” Her brows pinch as they regard me. “You look different today.”
That’s because she’s never seen me like this… happy. But I don’t dare speak the word out loud. We agreed last night it was supposed to be a one-night thing. I already had her twice last night, and my cock is quickly readying for a third—my total damnation. At this point, I’m a goner.
I’ll have to ask Luca to send another guard as my replacement. I can’t function properly if all I can think about is sinking my cock into that irresistible pussy, kissing those pouty lips, running my fingers through that silky hair, spending every minute… fuck !
A brush of soft lips drags me back to the present, and I meet a pair of inquisitive sapphire orbs. “I should probably go downstairs and check on Serena.”
“No.” The sound is nothing more than a growl, more animal than human. I tighten my hold around her and run my hand down to her ass. I slip my finger down further, until I feel the wetness through her folds.
“Raf!” She squirms on top of me which only makes me harder.
“Just one more time,” I whisper against those perfect lips.
“But that’ll be the third one…”
I guess I’m not the only one keeping count.
“I was damned the moment I met you, Isabella Valentino. But if I’m destined to burn, at least I’ll go down in a fiery blaze that lights up the Roman sky.” I lift her hips and drop her down onto my erection.
Her head falls back, a groan parting her lips as I fill her to the hilt. And everything else vanishes.