Chapter 31 Alina
ALINA
After a few moments, we pull apart, and Marco looks at me.
"Now, I'd love to hear you play."
I roll my eyes. "Are you sure you want to hear me play?" I ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
Marco nods. "More than anything."
I slowly make my way over to the harp, acting reluctant, but deep down I'm quite excited—and a little nervous—to play for him.
I sit on the stool, my fingers hovering over the strings. Marco's intense gaze makes my skin tingle.
"Okay," I say, taking a breath. "This is one of my favorites, and you have to love it because I wrote it."
My fingers find their place, and I begin to play. The first few notes are tentative, like droplets of water falling into a still pool. But as I lose myself in the music, the melody wraps itself around me, and there's nothing but the harp and me.
I'm so lost in the music that I barely register Marco's approach. His presence warms my back, and then I feel his lips on my neck. The touch sends electricity through me, but I don't stop playing. Instead, the music takes on a new intensity, mirroring the heat building inside me.
Marco's kisses trail along my neck, up to my ear. "You're breathtaking," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "It's as if I'm watching an angel play."
The music swells, reaching its crescendo just as Marco's hand slides down my back, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
As the final notes fade away, I turn to face him. His eyes are dark with desire, mirroring my own need.
"Marco, I—" I breathe, and it's all the invitation he needs.
His lips crash into mine, demanding all of me. I match his intensity, my hands tangling in his hair as I pull him close. I stand, the harp forgotten, as we stumble backward, our bodies pressed together.
He lifts me onto the nearby table, scattering papers to the floor. I don't care. All I can focus on is the feel of his body against mine, the taste of his lips, the scent of his skin.
There's no tenderness in his touch, no whispered endearments. This isn't lovemaking—it's raw, primal, a silent declaration that I'm his and I'm never allowed to leave him again.
Marco's hands roam my body, rough and possessive. He grips my thighs, spreading them wide, making room for himself. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, promising pleasure and pain. I grind against him, eager, impatient.
He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips down my neck, biting, sucking. Each touch leaves a mark, a claim. I tilt my head back, giving him better access, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
His hands find the hem of my shirt, tearing it over my head. My bra follows, discarded somewhere on the floor. Marco's mouth finds my nipple, sucking hard, drawing a gasp from deep within me. I arch into him, pressing my breasts closer, begging for more.
He gives me what I want, lavishing attention on one breast, then the other, his hands squeezing, caressing. I can feel the wetness between my legs, my body preparing for him, craving him.
It all feels so chaotic and messy, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. He moves my hands away, taking over—there's no time to waste. His desire to be inside me matches my yearning for that delicious fullness only he can give me.
He pushes his pants down, his cock springing free. I lay down on the table and raise my hips. Marco unbuttons my pants and pulls them off, tossing them over his shoulder. Now naked, lying on the table, I feel strangely free. The way his eyes devour my body drives me crazy.
Marco grips my hips, pulling me to the edge of the table, and I place my legs over his shoulders. He positions himself at my entrance, grabbing his cock and dragging the tip up and down my wetness. I moan, the sensation electric.
Our eyes meet, and Marco leans forward. I gasp, placing my hand on his rock-hard stomach, guiding him in. His thick shaft stretches me to my limits.
He slowly starts moving in and out, and once my body adjusts around his shaft, I move my hand away, giving him free rein to do as he pleases.
He caresses my calves and kisses my legs as he starts to pick up his pace.
He slides his hands down my legs, and his thumb finds my swollen clit.
He begins to rub it, and I immediately feel the fire of desire building.
I spread my legs wider, wanting more of him.
He rubs me faster and faster, and I feel my body starting to tense up.
I moan, wiping away the matted hair from my face.
I bite my lip, and my nerves explode with pleasure. I tilt my head back, my body shaking.
My orgasm comes on strong, and I start giggling from the intense pleasure that feels so unreal.
Suddenly, Marco pulls me up and off the table. I tighten my legs around his waist, wrap my arms around his neck, and grind against him as he holds me in the air.
His thrusts become erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. I can already feel my own storm of pleasure building again, a coil tightening deep within me.
I feel his cock hardening even more, and I know he's getting close. His thrusts slam into me, and I feel myself shaking in his arms as he holds me, the feeling overwhelming and unlike anything I've ever felt before.
Then, almost out of nowhere, I shatter for the second time —a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I cry out, my body convulsing, my inner muscles clenching around him.
I hear Marco growl, and I lean down to capture his lips. I moan into his mouth, my body trembling as I ride out my orgasm.
With one final thrust, deep inside me, he groans and throws his head back. He twitches inside me as he releases his warm cum. My body pulses with his.
We stay like that for a moment, him holding me, our breaths coming in gasps as our heart rates slow. Then Marco pulls out and sets me down, his semi-hard cock glistening with our combined wetness. I stand on shaky legs, my body already tired and sore.
I look up at him and smile. "Well, I... God," I say, my mind totally blank. I can't think as the pleasure has rewired my brain.
He smiles back. "Yeah, I know," he says, still trying to catch his breath.
"You want to come shower with me?" I ask, my hands sliding up and down his chiseled chest.
Marco smiles, bends down, picks me up, and tosses me over his shoulder.
I let out a laugh.
"You already know the answer. And afterward, I'm taking you to dinner," he says, grabbing my ass. "Then we'll come back here, and I'll eat my dessert."