Epilogue #2
He taps my waist. “Here, right?” Just to be sure.
I reach down for his hand and draw it up my body, then I lower it to my breast.
His throat bobs in a deep swallow.
“You’re sure?” he asks in a raspy voice.
“I’m sure,” I smile. “Make it feel good.”
“Madonna,” he moans, spreading his fingers wide. He grazes the tips over my nipple, watching each flutter of movement I make like a hawk.
“You are so damn hot,” he hisses.
He bunches the breast in his hand and brings his mouth toward it, sucking the nipple between his lips. My back arches involuntarily and an embarrassing noise leaves my throat.
I’ve felt his mouth there before, but his mouth and hand combined… I’m breathless already.
He looks back at me with a satanic glint in his eye.
People call him the Devil for many reasons. I call him the Devil for this one—the way he stares at me like he’s about to inflict every sinful act of desire on my body.
I take his hand and move it back down my body to between my legs.
“Cazzo,” he breathes as his fingertips touch my flesh.
I nearly come just from the tone of his voice.
He slides a finger inside me then crashes his mouth softly against mine, all aching tenderness and restrained devotion. The kiss deepens slowly while his finger moves in and out of my slick heat. A second finger joins it when I writhe; a third when I moan.
A slippery sound reaches my ears when he withdraws to circle my clit. It feels amazing. His fingertips do things his tongue can’t, fucking me and fingering me. The heel of his hand rubs against my clit when he goes knuckle deep and pumps me slowly.
“You feel so damn good, cucciola.”
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, heavily.
He slides his fingers out of my warmth and brings them up to his mouth, then he all out feasts on each one of them.
I can’t drag my eyes from the way his tongue laps up the evidence of my arousal.
Shifting onto both arms he inches down the bed, allowing his cock to find my entrance. When it does I draw my knees up and he slides all the way in.
I love this part. We lie still, breathing heavily, our bodies becoming acquainted again. And then he moves.
My head tips back and my spine bends, my toes curling hard when I come. It doesn’t take me long, and as soon as I’ve recovered, he flips us around so that he’s on his back and I’m straddling him.
“You’re sure I can touch you?” he asks again.
Instead of answering verbally, I grab his hands and move both of them up to my breasts. His cock leaps inside me as soon as his palms touch flesh.
His hands settle more confidently against my body, and for the first time in my life, being touched doesn’t feel dangerous.
His breathing roughens when I tip my head back, close my eyes and move up and down on his thick shaft.
“Porca puttana,” he growls. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I moan as I take him over and over.
“Put your hands on my chest,” he grits out.
When I do, his hands slide down my side, finding the dip of my waist, which he uses to speed up the movement until I’m riding him hard.
His cock thickens and my lungs seize as I stretch around him, then he tugs me all the way down. I thought I’d been taking all of him before, but I was wrong.
The power of speech is whipped from my mouth and the breath sucked from my lungs.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Take all of me, baby. You know you can.”
My eyes stream with the sudden fullness and he runs his hands all over me, setting my skin alight.
“Fiero, please—” I whimper.
His cock is grazing against a part of me that’s so deep, it feels like my center. When he lifts me up, withdrawing his length, he tugs me back down all the way making my eyes roll back in my head.
“You gonna come, baby? Leave your scent over all me, cucciola.”
“Oh God!” I love the way he talks to me in bed.
“I’m going to fill you so full.”
Like he does every night.
He presses a thick thumb to my clit and circles it. The dual sensations of being screwed deep and fondled deliciously makes stars burst behind my eyes.
“Damn,” he gasps. “That’s it.”
I clench around him so tight he can barely thrust, then he slams me down and pistons into me at the same time, growling my name again and again.
When our bodies stop convulsing I collapse over his chest, thoroughly spent.
He weaves his arms around my back and holds me while his cock softens. I drift in and out of sleep, feeling completely used in the best way and utterly sated.
“I’ve never felt anything like you,” he whispers.
My eyelids drift open, lazily. “Huh?”
“Your body,” he murmurs. “Your skin. It’s so soft. So perfect.”
“I like having your hands on me,” I whisper.
“It doesn’t frighten you?”
I shake my head, nuzzling deeper into his chest. “No. Nothing you do could ever frighten me, Fiero. I trust you completely.”
He holds me tighter and breathes into my hair.
“You’re the love of my life, you know that?”
My head pops up to see his eyes swimming in emotion. I press a soft kiss to his lips, tasting the conviction on the tip of his tongue.
“And you’re mine,” I say, smiling against his mouth.
We settle into a light sleep, me wrapped up in his arms while his heartbeat steadies against mine.
I’m finally starting to feel whole again. Like all the broken pieces have fit snugly back into place.
And as he holds me through the night, I realize that love was never the thing that ruined us. It was fear. And for the first time since I was a little girl just starting out at Berman High, I don’t feel frightened. I feel safe enough to be loved completely.
the end.
Want more of Fiero and Pfeiffer? Find out what happened when Pfeiffer found the black feather Fiero had selected to represent her ruin, in bonus epilogue, ‘The Devil’s Feather.’
And turn the page for a taster of what to expect in Book 2, To Covet a Wolf!