22. Twenty-One
Twenty-One
Fabrizio
T he instant Sienna shuts the door behind her, I surge forward, trapping her delicate frame between the sturdy wood and the heat of my own body. Her chest heaves with heavy, erratic breaths, her stunning brown eyes wide and filled with uncertainty, her entire demeanor a picture of nervousness. As soon as I lift my hand to touch her cheek, she flinches. That small, possibly involuntary movement hits me harder than any slap ever could. It’s a physical manifestation of the power my presence holds over her and the reason we’re here in the first place. I gently cup her face, my thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path across her soft cheek.
“Are you still afraid of me?” I whisper, striving to keep my voice gentle and light, despite the storm of emotions churning inside me. Instead of answering, she reaches out, her fingertips brushing along my jawline. Her touch is tentative, almost shy, yet it sends a jolt of electricity through me. She lifts her head, and her lips, soft and warm, meet mine in a hesitant kiss. The delicate, almost fragile contact is all it takes for me to lose control. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, my hands finding the softness of her waist, fingers digging into her flesh as I pull her closer while pressing her harder against the door. My erection throbs against her flat stomach, and she grinds her body against mine, her movements stoking the fire of my desire until it consumes me entirely.
With a guttural growl, I break away from her, my eyes never leaving her flushed face and swollen, parted lips. The nervousness in her eyes remains as she breathlessly utters, “No.”
But she should be afraid. I should make her fear me. Not because I want to hurt her, not because I want to give her a single reason to actually have to fear me, but because that single, breathless confession has shattered the last remnants of the wall I’ve built around myself.
The last remaining bits of decency and restraint cause me to take a step back.
“Maddy is right—even I had a fun day today,” I tell her, my voice filled with genuine appreciation. “And that’s because of you. So, I guess it’s my turn to thank you.” I gently brush a stray strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering as they rest softly on her cheek. Her skin feels warm and soft under my touch.
“So, you aren’t mad at me?” she asks softly. She looks up at me with those big, expressive brown eyes that always seem to hold a world of emotions.
“For what?” I chuckle, the sound light and carefree as I brush my thumb tenderly across her cheek. “For my children falling in love with you?” A slight blush begins to color her cheeks, a look that I find irresistibly charming on her. “I certainly can’t blame them.” Her blush deepens, the red spreading across her face in a way that makes my heart race even faster. “In fact, it’s a mystery to me why a woman like you isn’t taken.” Sienna’s gaze shifts downward, focusing on her hand pressed firmly against my chest. I know she can feel the wild rhythm of my heartbeat beneath her palm. It’s as if my heart is trying to communicate what I haven’t yet found the courage to say out loud.
The moment stretches between us, filled with unspoken words and the electricity of emotions too powerful to ignore. “Sienna,” I say with a sense of possessiveness, my voice a soft purr. “Look at me.” When her eyes meet mine, my lips part, but no words emerge. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of thoughts swirl through my mind in a chaotic storm, refusing to align in any coherent order. The overwhelming tide of emotions and confusing thoughts leaves me momentarily speechless. Instead, I lower my head, pressing my lips gently against her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin. The gesture is tender, almost reverent. I then move my lips to her mouth, capturing her lips with mine in a delicate, almost cautious touch. The moment seems to freeze in time as she slightly parts her lips, a shy and tentative invitation. The intensity of the kiss sends a fog through my mind, blurring the line between desire and reality.
“As much as I try to,” I confess breathlessly, more to myself than to her, “it seems like I can’t keep my distance from you.” I ease the long, silky strands of her hair behind her shoulder, my fingers lingering on the softness before trailing down. I drag my lips down her neck, eliciting a shudder from her body. The sensation of her warm, sensitive skin beneath my lips is intoxicating.
“Then don’t,” she whispers, her voice tinged with a slight tremble. She tilts her head, granting me access to the sensitive expanse of her neck. Her breath hitches as I begin to lick and suck on what I already discovered to be her most sensitive erogenous zone.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I murmur against her skin, biting down gently on her shoulder and pulling a moan from her delicious lips. Her response is immediate and fervent. Her small hand slips beneath my shirt, her fingertips dancing across my heated skin with a torturous softness that leaves me yearning for more. Her touch is a gentle caress, tracing a teasing path up my chest before slipping back down my spine, igniting a searing trail of desire that burns into my skin. When she moves her hand forward, cupping my erection through the rough fabric of my jeans, I feel an overwhelming surge of pressure. I am ready to both explode and implode simultaneously. Her grip remains tantalizingly light, her hand moving up and down my throbbing cock, which strains angrily against the confines of my pants, desperate for her touch, aching to be inside her. My breathing becomes erratic, each shallow breath mingling with a low, primal growl that escapes from deep within my throat as Sienna slowly drags the tip of her index finger along the seam of my pants.
“Do you think it’s a good idea to tease me? To toy with me like that?” I ask, my voice thick with raw, unfiltered desire. She bites her lip, glancing up at me through her thick lashes as her fingers deftly work on the buckle of my belt. The look on her face, the shimmer in her eyes, leaves no room for misinterpretation. I’ve fucked her before, just last night, and every time, she’s been a willing participant, meeting my every move with an eagerness that matched my own. But this, this is something different altogether. She doesn’t merely surrender to my touch, doesn’t simply let her body respond to the primal urges that arise when I pounce on her, ready to ravage her purely for my own gratification. No, Sienna is savoring this moment, delighting in the profound effect each of her faint, subtle touches has on me. I can see that she is reveling in the power she holds, even if it’s just for a short while, the control she exerts over my desire. Such a bad girl .
I pull my shirt over my head, feeling the fabric brush against my skin as Sienna’s delicate fingers deftly unzip my pants. She takes her time, slowly peeling them down, her touch sending a shiver up my spine. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips in anticipation as she moves to my boxers, freeing my erect cock from its confining prison. With my pants and boxers discarded, she looks up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
As soon as she completes her task, I waste no time. My hands move to her clothing, eager to return the favor. I start to tug and pull at her attire, my desire growing, my impatience mounting. Half of me is tempted to just tear her top in half, but I resist, savoring the anticipation. Finally, she stands before me, fully naked, her body a vision of beauty and desire. My eyes drink in the sight, but she doesn’t give me long to appreciate it. She steps forward, her bare skin pressing against mine, the warmth of her body fueling the fire within me. Her arms snake around my neck, pulling me down into a fervent kiss. At this moment, every touch, every kiss, is a testament to the unspoken pull between us. Our connection defies all logic and sense, an undeniable force that draws us together.
The world outside ceases to exist, fading into oblivion. All that remains is the two of us, entwined in a dance of passion and longing, a symphony of desire that plays on as we lose ourselves in each other. With my arms securely around her waist, I gently pull her towards the bed, positioning her petite frame between my legs as I sink onto the soft, inviting mattress. The intimate proximity sends a rush of warmth through my body. Goosebumps erupt across her entire body as I delicately drag my fingertips up and down her sides, maintaining a featherlight touch that mimics her earlier caresses. When my mouth finds her nipple, Sienna throws her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips. “Mmh. Fuck… yes.” Her reaction fuels my desire, and I take my time, savoring each moment as I lick, suck, and gently bite her delicate flesh. The taste and texture of her skin are intoxicating, each flick of my tongue drawing soft gasps and shivers from her.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her skin, my voice a low, husky whisper. I pepper her with featherlight kisses, my mouth moving to her other breast, eliciting more sweet sounds from her.
“I want you,” she breathlessly confesses, her voice trembling with need.
“You need to be a little more precise,” I tease, continuing my sensual exploration of her body. My tongue traces a heated path along her skin while her nails claw at my shoulder.
“What do you want?” I ask again, my lips grazing the soft skin just below her belly button. My hands wander over her curves, cupping her ass and teasingly hovering near her most intimate spot but never quite touching. She stays silent, her breath catching with anticipation. I move my mouth upward, circling her left nipple with my tongue before biting down just enough to make her gasp.
“Ah.” She arches her back, moaning at the sharp sting of pain my teeth have caused.
“Answer me,” I command, dragging a single finger through the slick wetness between her legs. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.” I want her to voice her desires, to articulate the need I can feel radiating from her. But a part of me relishes the way she writhes and moans in my arms, her reactions a potent aphrodisiac that heightens my own pleasure.
“Oh. I—" she whimpers, her breath catching as I push my middle finger inside her. “Fuck me… please,” she finally pleads, her voice breaking with longing and desperation. Her eyes, wide and filled with raw, unfiltered need, lock onto mine.
“I need you.” I grasp her hips firmly, drawing her closer and guiding her onto the bed. My heart pounds with anticipation as I position myself between her slightly parted legs.
“With the greatest pleasure,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. Gently, I push her legs further apart, creating space for myself between her thighs. My erection presses eagerly against her entrance, a testament to the intense craving that has been building within me. Though words fail to convey the depth of my emotions, every fiber of my being is consumed with the urge to show Sienna just how much she means to me—how much I adore her, how much I want her, how much I need her. With one powerful, deliberate motion, I enter her. She gasps, her body arching as her muscles slowly, deliciously stretch to accommodate me. The sensation is electric, a symphony of pleasure that resonates through both of us. Her eyes flutter closed, and I can see the myriad of emotions playing across her face—pleasure, relief, and a profound sense of connection. My hands roam over her body, caressing, exploring, and memorizing every curve and contour. Her soft moans and gasps are music to my ears, spurring me on, urging me to show her just how deeply my affection runs.
“Fuck, you feel incredible, cuore mio .” My heart.