46. Bliss
CHAPTER 46
BLISS
A ntonio
Wrapping her legs around my waist, I drop us onto the bed. I kiss her like I need her breath to live, to survive. As if these next few moments will determine everything. A few hours ago, I was prepared to say goodbye to her forever, but each time I’m forced to be selfless grows more difficult. Taking her to Roma will only make matters worse. Every day that passes, I become more obsessed, more captivated by her.
Her lips part for me, and I sweep my tongue across hers. Now that the immediate hunger to claim her has lessened to manageable levels, I take my time, savoring, nibbling, exploring every corner of her mouth.
I may have been the one to steal her away, but she’s the one who stole my damned heart and revived my soul. The idea of losing her now is unacceptable. Which means I have to find out who has targeted us and why. Once I kill the son of a bitch, Serena will be safe, and she can remain here in Italy.
With me. Forever.
The traitorous thought bounces through my mind as I tangle my fingers into the hair at her nape. “I need you,” I whisper against her lips, the admission slipping out before I can stop it.
“I need you inside me,” she counters.
“All you had to do was ask, tesoro .” Releasing her mouth only long enough to unbutton her jeans and drag them, along with her panties, down her legs, I have her bare in seconds.
Arousal already glistens within the folds of her pussy, and I’m feral at the sight. Either the fighting from earlier got her going or she’s wet from just that fiery kiss. Either way, it only proves how perfect this woman is for me.
She paws at my pants, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. She strokes my cock with one hand as she releases me from the denim restraints.
“Do you feel how hard you make me, tesoro ?”
She draws her bottom lip between her teeth and groans as her hand glides up and down my length. “Only for me, right, Toni?”
“Only for you.”
Serena guides my thick head to her entrance, and anticipation coils low in my gut. I’ve never had her this quickly before, usually the foreplay drags out the expectation and my restraint, and I’m worried I’m going to come the moment I sink inside her.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I whisper against her lips, running my tip through her slick heat.
“Mmm, yes, I’m ready. I want you to fuck me, Toni.” She reaches between us, toying with my balls, and already, I can feel them tightening. “Please, I need to feel you inside me, to forget about everything else for a few blissful moments.”
Cazzo , I’m such a bastardo . Of course she does. All I’ve brought her is misery since I captured her.
I throw her legs over my shoulders, and she gasps, spreading her wide for me. “ Dio , you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”
She throws her head back and cackles as I line myself up at her entrance. Then I thrust my hips, filling her to the hilt. Her back arches up off the bed, our moans echoing through the small room in perfect unison.
“Merda, tesoro , your pussy feels so hot and wet, so tight around my cock. It’s absolutely perfect.” I drive into her, my balls smacking her ass with each thrust. With her legs over my shoulders, I plunge deeper than I’ve ever been, my thumb circling her clit as I rail into her.
Her free hand toys with her nipple, her mouth curved in a perfect O. “More, don’t stop,” she pants, her hips lifting to meet each of my thrusts.
“Oh, I’m not planning on ever stopping. Not until you come so hard you’ll be feeling it for days.” I scoop her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips to drive deeper. Her arms curl around my neck, hands drifting down my back. I usually avoid any position where her hands have access to my scars but driven by the overwhelming need for her, I slip up. She doesn’t say a word as her fingers run across the puckered skin. After a moment of panic, I give into the pleasure instead. On my knees, I crawl across the bed to the cushioned headboard. Holding her up, I pin her against the soft fabric and thrust, again and again.
I’m in so deep, so completely sheathed inside her heat, I can feel every inch of her. Her pussy walls tighten around me, constricting with each manic thrust. I withdraw to the tip then plunge again, earning a breathy moan.
“Again,” she rasps.
I do as I’m told because fuck, I would do anything to hear those moans from her lips. Withdrawing until I’m nearly completely unsheathed, I drive back in again and again. My crown hits her clit, driving her closer to the edge. I can see how close she is to unraveling by the rosy hue of her cheeks, the wild look in her eyes, and the steady pulse of contractions around my dick.
“I want to live inside you,” I grit out. “I want to wake up every morning and fill you with my cock.”
“Mmhmm.” Her arms tighten around my neck, and I grip her hips more firmly, forcing her up and down in a feverish rhythm. “I’m so close,” she pants. “I’m going to come.”
I pick up the pace, my muscles burning from the effort of lifting her again and again to maintain the frenzied stride, but I couldn’t care less. I’d let her ride my cock all day and night until I couldn’t feel my arms if it meant I could remain inside her.
Serena is it for me.
I may have lost my home, my entire family, but I would have enough if I could simply have her.
The thought opens flood gates I didn’t know existed and a surge of emotion runs straight to my cock. Merda , I’m going to come.
Whirling around, I splay her out on the bed, her head falling over the edge, breasts bouncing with each wild drive. “Come for me,” I command, my voice a ragged symphony in tune with her rasping breaths.
Her eyes meet mine, so full of lust and fire, and something shatters inside me.
“Oh, Toni,” she cries out an instant before my cock twitches inside her.
We come in perfect unison, her eyes rolling back as her perfect lips curve into a tempting O. Just seeing her break apart for me has a tremor rolling through my body. I come inside her, fire surging through my veins at the powerful release. I can feel the warmth spilling down her inner thigh.
And cazzo , I love the sight of her filled with my seed. One day, I want that belly full of it.
Fuck, where did that come from? I blink quickly, chasing away the much too vivid image of a very pregnant Serena.
“You okay?” She stares up at me, pupils blown with lust and crimson coating her cheeks.
I’m still inside her, semi-hard, and I’m pretty sure I could go again in another minute, despite the startling image floating around my mind. “Yes, tesoro ,” I finally manage, “I couldn’t be better.” I drop a kiss to her forehead and as I move, her pussy constricts.
And just like that I’m hard again.
I roll my hips, and her arms encircle me, hands gripping my ass.
“You’re ready again?” She smirks.
“I am if you are.”
“I could use a few more minutes of bliss.”
“How about a lifetime?”
Her eyes widen as she regards me.
Panic stills my tongue as I realize what I’ve implied, and I freeze inside her, nearly losing my erection. “I meant sexual bliss, not marital bliss…”
The smile returns slowly, and she tilts her hips to meet mine. “That was a close one, Ferrara. For a second, you had me worried you’d fallen in love with me.” She digs her fingers into my ass cheeks, urging me into motion.
I force out a fake chuckle as I drop down on top of her and begin to thrust in earnest. Right. Because falling for this incredible woman would be completely insane. And yet, I’m afraid I’ve done just that.
Still half asleep, a noise draws me from a deep sleep. Heated memories flit across my mind from the amazing night of sex. I’d had Serena across the hotel room, coaxing orgasms out of her with my finger, tongue, and cock. She’d reciprocated enthusiastically until we’d finally fallen asleep from utter exhaustion.
I blink, the numbers on the digital clock atop the nightstand blurring. Just past six o’clock in the morning. Rolling over in the small bed, I reach for Serena. The mattress is still warm from where she lay. My eyes snap open, the haze of sleep completely vanishing as I search the dark room.
“Serena?” I call out.
Maybe she’s in the bathroom. I jump out of bed and dart to the door, whipping it open.
Empty.
Fear’s claws lance into me, tearing at my insides. Did someone take her? No. There’s no way I would have slept through that. I stalk straight to the chair in the corner where I’d seen her purse earlier. It’s gone. Along with the gun I’d given her and the phone.
Where the hell could she have gone at this hour?