Chapter 11
ELEVEN
Katya
For a moment I thought I'd gone too far, but when Gabriele tells me to lie on the bed, satisfaction washes over me that he's prepared to do things my way tonight.
It's not that I haven't enjoyed the way he's fucked me before, because I have.
The pleasure he's brought me has been more intense than anything I've known before.
It's just that I want something more, to feel connected, if only briefly. Though he'd never admit it, I understand he's not ready for us to be face-to-face and I won't push him on that.
But I need to believe it will be possible for us to stare into each other's eyes as we make love one day.
Lying back on the bed, I part my legs. It feels a little embarrassing to display myself so blatantly, but the heat in Gabriele's eye banishes my self-consciousness immediately. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he strips out of his clothing. This is my first time seeing him undressed.
In a suit, Gabriele is a commanding presence, a man I just can't help staring at. Naked, he's a god.
The first thing I notice, of course, is his cock, jutting proudly from his body. It's impressive but I don't dwell on it, allowing my gaze to drift over the rest of him instead.
His legs are long, his thighs powerful. His abs are toned and his chest is muscular.
I'm surprised to see he has a tattoo. So far he hasn't struck me as a man who favors embellishments but there it is, over his heart.
The tattoo is of a pair of jet-black wings shaped like a V, with an inscription above them I can't read.
"Voliamo nell'ombra," he tells me. "We fly in shadows."
Interesting. "Is that your family motto?"
"No." He offers no further explanation. I’ll ask about it some other time.
"Can I get a tattoo?"
"And ruin your flawless skin?" He shakes his head. "I don't think so."
I'm about to sass him with the news that if I want a tattoo, I'll damned well get one, when he stalks toward me, grabs my ankles and yanks my ass to the edge of the bed. He treats me to a smoldering look that makes my pussy clench before dropping to his knees.
"So pretty," he murmurs as he spreads my thighs farther apart.
I hold my breath waiting for Gabriele to begin, hoping he can make this good for me. He doesn't disappoint.
The first swipe of his tongue along my sensitive flesh sets the tone for what's to come. There's a confidence in the way he laps at me that tells me he knows exactly what he's doing.
With his palms on my thighs, he holds me open for his thorough exploration. He licks me with the flat of his tongue, eliciting a moan from deep in my throat. Then he swirls the tip of his tongue around my entrance before pushing it inside me.
I throw my arm over my eyes as he continues his ministrations. My hips buck off the bed as the intensity of this sensual torture threatens to overwhelm me.
Gabriele flattens a hand across my abdomen to hold me down. I try to wriggle free but it's impossible. He's got me where he wants me, and I won't be moving until he decides to let me go.
He murmurs something in Italian that gets me all hot and bothered and pushes two fingers inside me. At the same time, he circles my throbbing clit with his tongue.
If I thought him a god, the way he worships my body makes me feel like a goddess. He slides a hand up to curve around my breast, teasing my nipple until it hardens into a tight peak as he curls his fingers to tease a sensitive spot inside me.
The pressure that's been gradually building inside me bursts free and I scream Gabriele's name as I hit a climax that makes me temporarily lose my senses. For a moment I feel as if I'm floating high above myself. Then I slowly come back down to earth.
My body still trembling from the aftershocks, I sit up. Gabriele still kneels between my legs, looking entirely too pleased with himself. He's an arrogant bastard but he has reason to be.
Unable to help myself, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him squarely on the mouth. He stiffens noticeably. I don't take it as a rejection because I know it's not deliberate. His reaction isn't about me. I pull back and smile.
Then I roll over and crawl up onto the bed. I get on all fours and wiggle my ass in invitation. Gabriele steps up behind me. He places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me down so my head is low and my bottom is raised.
"Such a pretty ass," Gabriele says as he trails the tips of his fingers over my skin, making it prickle with anticipation.
He wraps an arm around my waist and his lips brush against my ass. Then he sinks his teeth into the flesh.
"Ow!" I shriek. I glance accusingly over my shoulder. "You bit me."
"I'll do more than bite your ass one day," he says darkly. "I'll claim it."
That makes me swallow hard.
"You will let me, won't you, Katya?"
"Yes, I'll let you."
It's not something I look forward to but I promised to let him fuck me however he wants and if I hate it, I'll find a way to make sure he never does it again.
As Gabriele pulls my hips back so the head of his cock nudges my entrance, I squirm with need. Taking it one inch at a time, he enters me slowly. By the time he's fully seated inside me, I'm panting with need. He gives me a moment to adjust to his size.
"Look how well your tight little pussy swallows my cock." There's a hint of wonder in Gabriele's voice. "You're all mine, aren't you, Katya?"
"Yes."
At my agreement, something seems to snap inside him. He tightens his arm around my waist and fucks me with a savagery that takes my breath away.
My fingers dig into the mattress beneath me as he demonstrates his complete mastery of my body. There's nothing I can do but take what he wants to give.
The sounds I make as he pounds into me become increasingly frantic. It doesn't take long for my pussy to clamp down on his length.
"So fucking perfect," Gabriele grits out.
He sounds as if he's barely holding on. Knowing I'm testing the limits of his control heightens my own arousal.
"Come for me," he demands.
My body responds instantly. I bury my face in the mattress, stifling a scream as something inside me detonates. I collapse onto my side as Gabriele pulls out of me.
He lies next to me and pulls me into his arms. He smooths the hair back from my face. My elegant chignon is completely ruined at this point but I can't bring myself to care.
"You're so beautiful," Gabriele says. "I'm lucky to have you."
I smile but it's tinged with sadness at the thought he might only be saying what he knows I want to hear. I lie there for a minute, enjoying the illusion of closeness. Then I get up and begin to gather my things.
Gabriele sits up. He lifts the patch covering his eye and rubs the skin beneath it as if it's bothering him. My chest constricts. I look away before he realizes I’m staring.
As I head to the door he doesn't speak. He has no intention of asking me to stay and to be honest I need my own space right now.
"Sleep well," I say before slipping away along the corridor to my bedroom.
When I get there, I sit on the edge of the bed. Are things any better between us than they were before? I don't think so, but for some reason it matters to me now.
Burying my face in my hands, I tell myself I won't cry over him. A mere heartbeat passes before I prove that to be a lie.