15. Rocco
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ROCCO
M y mind goes blank as her lips touch mine.
All I feel is an almost holy sense of calm. All that matters is that she’s there in front of me, willingly kissing me.
Those lips…her sinful mouth pressed against mine. How many times had I imagined this? How often had I forced myself to deny the urge to kiss her?
It wasn’t something I ever let myself do. Kissing always felt too personal and emotional. Even with Danny, I wouldn’t let her kiss me for fear she would get too attached.
But after so long…od, does it feel good.
My hand reaches to press into the back of her head. Her lips part willingly for my tongue. I want…I want…I want…
I need to stop.
I pull away abruptly.
“What?” Her eyes are wide with alarm and rejection.
“We shouldn’t.”
Something scorching hot crosses her face. “You had no trouble fucking me with your tongue the other day.”
She tries to pull away, but I hold fast. “I mean. We shouldn’t kiss.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s too…” I glance down, suddenly distracted by her swollen lips.
She snorts. “You think I’m going to fall in love with you over a kiss?”
I chuckle to myself. “It’s not you I’m worried about.”
Her dark brow shoots up. But she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t protest as I pull her back to me, resting my forehead against hers.
“I can’t let anything serious happen between us. You’ll only be disappointed,” I reiterate softly.
To my surprise, she tilts her head toward mine again.
“Cas…”
But she kisses my cheek, then after a moment, kisses the other.
“Is this okay?” she whispers against my skin, sending pure desire trembling through my body.
“It’s the principle of
She kisses the corner of my mouth. “What about this?”
“Cas,” I groan. “Enough.”
“You want me to stop?” She pulls me away, but my hand doesn’t let her move too far.
“I want you…”
That’s all I can get out. I bury my head in her shoulder, my senses rejoicing in her scent, her touch.
“I’m so intoxicated by you,” I whisper. “If I start…I don’t think I can stop.”
A hand tangles itself in my hair, pulling gently, soothingly. At the touch, I can feel every muscle in my body relaxing.
“Why not?”
I scrunch my eyes closed. “This isn’t a life you want, Cas.”
She’s silent for a moment. Her fingers continue combing through my hair. “Then what do we do?”
We. The word reverberates through my body like a siren’s song.
“Because I can’t sleep in that room knowing you’re just down the hall. I can’t pretend there’s nothing going on here. I’ve been going insane all week wondering if I dreamed this whole thing up.”
I pull away, looking straight into those deep hazel eyes.
But all I see is my own fear reflecting back at me.
Just because this could so easily turn out to be the worst mistake of my life, it doesn’t mean it has to be hers.
I look away, pulling on a mask of an easy smirk. “It’s just physical, Angioletta. It will pass.”
“Will it?” she whispers back defiantly.
She glances at my lips again. All it would take would be for me to lean forward and close those few inches.
But a kiss from her will surely unravel every last inch of my resolve to protect her. Not from herself this time, but from me.
I offer her a crooked smile. “Would you like me to prove it?”
My cock hardens at her dilated pupils.
It’s nothing personal. I scream at myself like a mantra over and over again. It’s just physical.
My fingers tighten in the back of her hair, and I pull her away.
“Ah!” she cries as her head tilts back. Revealing the perfect expanse of her neck to my mouth.
I waste no time devouring it, planting kisses and teeth and tongue along every inch. I’m doing everything I would have done to that sinful mouth of hers.
But this will do. It will have to do.
“Rocco.”
I look up at her through hooded eyes. “Physical, see?”
I tug her hair again, earning me the most delightful sound. With a satisfied smirk, I pair my next assault with a bite at the base of her neck. The combination causes her to curl her body toward me, submitting herself entirely.
Just how I like it.
“Do that again,” she demands, her voice thick with lust. “I want your mark on me.”
My next bite at her neck is one that I fully relish in, my tongue dancing around the mark and sucking. Hard. The possessive brute within me encourages me to claim what is rightfully mine.
And her gasps in return are so devastatingly rewarding I have to palm at my crotch to ease some of the tension.
Suddenly, her hands are there as well, as if sensing my desperation. She’s fumbling with my belt in her eagerness.
“Careful now,” I say as I lick the entire length of her neck. “I won’t stop.”
“Then don’t.”
It’s all the permission my depraved brain needs.
My hands are on her chest next, tearing away at her blouse in one swift movement as she desperately tries to rid me of my pants.
The bra beneath is scandalously small, accentuating the generous curves of her breasts with thin lines of black lace.
I preferred it when she didn’t wear a bra at all.
“No.” Her hand slaps against mine as I attempt to pry the slip of material away. “You’ve ruined enough of my underwear.”
I growl at the memory of her panties giving way to my teeth. Her palm at my crotch only prolongs the noise.
There’s nothing in this moment besides her. All I can smell, all I can think of is Cassandra. Cassandra. Every move she makes, every sound that escapes those sweet lips only draws me further into this trance.
She squeezes at my crotch again, and I realize she’s managed to remove my pants entirely. Her fingers wrap themselves around my shaft.
Fuck. I need her. Now.
“Rocco!” she half squeals as I suddenly stand, dragging her up with me.
It feels almost practiced the way she immediately wraps her legs around me. I stride out of the room, trying to remember through the fog of lust where my fucking room is.
But then her lips are there again. On my cheeks, in my hair. Everywhere on my face besides my mouth.
“ Angioletta. Mi ucciderai.”
This woman will be my end.
I move faster than I ever have in my life, pushing through doors with reckless abandon as I try to dislodge her.
But God. Those kisses. Those lips. That tenderness. I am lost entirely to it.
It’s no use.
She has already taken my heart.
The only thing I can do is try to prevent her from ever knowing it.
With one final surge of resolve, I push her from me. It feels like I’m detaching my own limb as she falls away directly onto my own bed.
Thankfully, her giggles reach me moment later, unconcerned by my inner turmoil. She’s delectable, enticing, overwhelming.
I stalk across the bed to her on my hands and knees. “No more kisses,” I scold her.
Daringly, she leans forward and plants one on my nose. “Or what?”
It’s exactly the wrong question, and we both know it.
It takes nothing for me to lift her, to turn her over so that she leans back against my chest. “Or,” I bite at her ear, “I will have to punish you.”
She gasps as one hand grabs her neck, the other finally freeing my throbbing cock from my boxers. I press into her back, letting her feel the entirety of my want and desire.
“Bend over,” I demand as I push her forward by the neck.
Her amble rear raises willingly in the air, and I smack it affectionately.
Her responding whimper is like music to my ears. “You like that?”
I take a cheek in my hand and squeeze down hard enough to bruise.
“Mmmhmmm,” she whines in response.
Greedily, I rid her of her pants and indulge her again. This time the pink mark against her slapped skin has my hand grasping at my cock.
The other goes to seek out her sex. I almost cum in my own hand at the feeling of wetness I find there. Her little gasps at my touch are even more exciting.
“Please, Rocco,” she begs me, bending down further into the bed. The call of her dripping core is more intoxicating than any substance in existence.
I can’t deny her. Not when I can barely deny myself.
I line myself up at her entrance and reach forward, finding purchase in her hair and her breast.
“Please.”
I slam into her, and my world explodes around me.
Our joint cries harmonize as I withdraw and enter again. Both of us are in desperate need of friction. I want to feel the tightening of her around me again and again.
I pull her hair back, and she moans so lavishly I almost come undone.
“Rocco.”
My name on her lips is like a lightning bolt directly to my own fervent desires. I need to move. Need to work us both into the frenzy that we are both teetering on the edge of.
So, I let myself loose. I’m massaging her breast, pulling her hair, drawing every gorgeous, illicit sound from her mouth and every moment begging myself to turn her around, to capture those lips with mine and dive head-first into oblivion.
But I can’t, I won't.
The pressure of my climax builds and builds with every thrust deeper and deeper. Her taut ass slaps against me with every feverish movement.
“More,” she chokes out.
Instinctively, I let my hand drop down from her breast to encircle her clit, massaging there in time with every thrust I make.
But her moans aren’t nearly enough.
More.
My other hand peels itself from her hair and encircles her neck. The purchase I find there allows me to drive in deeper and further than before.
Cas seems to revel in the constraint.
She pushes herself down ever further, so much so her groans are partially muffled by the bed itself.
I circle her clit once more with my finger.
“Fuck, Rocco…”
I can feel her then, tightening around me. She’s going to reach her climax before me.
My fingers tighten around her neck. I pick up the pace. Each thrust pushes her further and further into the mattress.
“Rocco!”
Her scent, her desire, engulfs me.
I rub at her sensitive clit relentlessly as I feel my cock pulsing with its own release.
Her hand reaches back, grabbing my wrist. It’s forceful yet gentle. Controlling, yet careless.
She screams my name, and I let myself go at the sound.
All we can do is cling to each other as I pound into her again. Then again. Then, one last time.
I have to grab her hips to keep myself steady as a dazzling brightness overcomes my vision, as I completely succumb to my own climax.
Vaguely, I’m aware of her own panting beneath me as I ride the wave of ecstasy.
It’s a release like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
As I come to, there’s nothing I can do except curl myself around her, pulling her closer to my chest.
And as we both lie there, breathing in the insanity of our own ecstasy, I try not to imagine how it would feel to do this for the rest of my miserable existence.