25. Carina
CHAPTER 25
Carina
T here’s a warmth that encompasses me. Surrounds me. Reaches deep within me to my very soul, radiating a warmness I have never known.
All those times I have spent under the rays of the sun desperately seeking its warmth and yet I’ve found it in a man who is the moon.
As I open my eyes I marvel at the sight before me.
The smattering of dark curly chest hair covering broad pectorals. The strong arms around me with a hold that promises he will never let go. Lips of sin and taste as sweet as forbidden fruit. The masculine curves and edges to his face that even God must envy.
This man, this mysterious, raw and complex man of beauty and darkness is mine.
In his sleep his hand hikes my leg higher over his lower body. Pressing my most intimate part to his. Reminding me, even unconsciously, we are the perfect fit.
In how many other ways can we explore ourselves as the perfect fit?
My face flushes from the thought alone. I’m tempted to act on my desires. To feel him, completely feel him, pulsing and hard in the small curve of my palm. I want to drive him mad with lust as he has done with me. I want to watch as pleasure takes control.
Selfishly, I want to be the only woman who ever knows what his moans sound like in the throes of passion. The only one who knows what his face looks like when he comes.
There’s the irrational part of me, the feral territorial one, who wants to hunt down and slaughter every woman who was gifted the sight of him while having sex.
Jealousy.
A green eyed monster I have now become friends with.
Now, more than ever, I want to bear his last name. I want his ring upon my finger claiming me for the world to see. I want every woman there is to know that I am his. That only I will ever be his. It’s the same maddening urgency to see a ring upon his finger. A ring to symbolize he is mine.
He stirs beneath me, his arm coming to band around me tighter. It’s as if even in his slumber he can read my thoughts. As if he’s trying to ease the jealousy within me.
I gaze at the masculine beauty of him for a second longer before I give into my impulses.
After all, he’s mine and I’m done denying myself the pleasure of having him.
Maneuvering my body agilely to not disturb him I come to straddle his torso. The flat of my palms find purchase on his chest as I lay myself down. I inhale his scent, cinnamon, musk and all male, and feel a rush sluice through my veins. Lowering myself I press the part of me that aches for him against his cock. I feel it harden beneath me and bite back a smirk. I slide my hands up his broad chest and come to leave them placed on either side of his head as I come flush against him.
Flesh to flesh.
How magnificent it feels.
My blood roars as my heart thunders.
Heat pools in my lower abdomen as evidence of my arousal begins to soak against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Driven by the mad lust I trace his irresistible sinful lips with the tip of my tongue.
Dio mio.
Perhaps now I can understand why so many become easily addicted to drugs, because this man beneath me has become my drug of choice.
Strong hands I have come to love grip my waist. His fingers bite deliciously into my skin. And as his mouth parts I waste no time inserting my tongue as I kiss him with dominance.
How have I gone this long without kissing him?
He responds with just as much fever but never fighting to take the lead.
Needing more than just the irresistible taste of him I begin to rock my hips back and forth over his erection. He groans into my mouth as he presses my hips down harder against him. And I become unbelievably wet as I feel him hard and hot underneath me.
My mouth hovers over his as I work myself against him. His hands leave my hips to slide up my sides and then come to cup my heavy and sensitive breasts. I let out a whimper the moment he pinches my hardened peak between his thumb and pointer finger. He smirks devilishly up at me before he twists it to the point of pain. And all that pain does is send a direct electrical signal right down to my pussy.
The damn bastard was right.
Pain mixed with pleasure is such an intoxicating combination.
He releases my nipple and leans up to soothe it with his warm mouth. His tongue leaves at it tenderly. And I’m lost in the sensation until he unexpectedly nips at it.
I gasp as my hips gyrate faster. There’s no rhythm, no finesse. Just a maddening pace that has me feeling like I’m going to burst into flames at any second.
When he releases my nipple his mouth continues its assault along my clavicle and up my neck. Leaving little nips here and there along the way. Driving me even more mad with each one.
“Look at you, mia leonessa,” he rasps beneath my ear. “Taking your own pleasure like the fucking Queen you are.” Dio mio, his voice. I could come off of it alone.
“Constantine,” I moan and his smile turns carnal.
“You’re almost there, aren’t you, Carina?” The way he says my name has me almost coming undone. “But that pretty pussy needs more doesn’t it?” He sits upright then, and it presses my pussy closer to him. “Your cunt is greedy, Carina. Tell me,” he nips my earlobe before kissing it, “is your pussy weeping for my cock? Do you need to be filled, Carina? Do you need me as desperately as I need you?”
Oh, fuck.
I’m not entirely innocent when it comes to sex. I’ve heard of men who have filthy mouths and have never once thought of it as erotic.
But filthy words pouring from Constantine’s lips? It’s more than just simply erotic. It’s euphoric.
I don’t even recognize the sound of my voice as I respond breathily, “Yes.”
His fingers tangle in my hair and he pulls the strands with just enough bite to it to have my eyes widen. Eyes blown with desire meet my own. And I see something in them I never have before. Or perhaps I’ve chosen to never see it because I could never believe it.
Submissiveness.
While his hold on me is strong and possessive his eyes are submissive. “Then take your pleasure, baby. Own it. Own me.”
Those words, his submissiveness, the complete relinquish of power and then to be given to me, it doesn’t only awaken something inside me, it has also freed me.
In haste I slide down his body in order for him to lift his hips. With his help I shed off his boxer briefs and his massive cock springs free.
I stare at it for far longer than necessary. Probably an embarrassing amount of time.
But this is the first time I have ever seen a man naked.
And I’m not only seeing just any man naked, I’m seeing Constantine Donati naked. The Adonis of all men.
While I have always been aware of his disarmingly dashing good looks and perfect physique, I never once thought of his cock carrying the same attributes.
For a man who doesn’t believe in God he certainly did bless him in that department.
“Carina.” The purr of my name has my gaze finally snapping to his. There’s a smug expression upon his face with mirth lighting his eyes. “Are you going to continue staring at my cock as if it’s a work of art or are you going to put it to good use?”
“It’s beautiful,” I murmur in awe.
He chuckles although it sounds painful. I can imagine why. His cock is as hard as steel with an angry red tip, a thick vein pulsing on the underside, and precum spilling from the tip. “And it will look even more beautiful inside your swollen wet cunt.”
My eyes flutter. “Constantine.”
He fists his cock in a grip that looks like it hurts and begins to tightly stroke himself.
Why am I so enamored by the sight of this?
“Do you see how hard I am because of you, mia leonessa?” His voice is strained as he continues to stroke himself, each pass getting rougher. “You’re the only one, Carina. The only one who makes me this way. The only one who I lose control with. The only one who I will ever submit to. You, baby, you have all the power.”
His words fill me with strength. Validation. Power. His words make me feel seen when all I have felt in my life is invisible.
Dio mio, he makes me feel alive.
And I never want to lose that feeling.
“I want you, Constantine.”
“Then take me, Carina. I’m fucking yours.”
Feeling empowered I nod my head and he guides his head to my entrance. I feel the tip of him press in me by an inch and I already know he’s going to have me sore for days, possibly weeks.
I lower myself on him and feel the head of his cock stretch me. I pause, getting used to the strange sensation as Constantine bites back a groan.
His fingers flex on my hips and my fingers bury themselves on his chest. “You can take me, mia leonessa. It’s going to hurt but your pussy was made for me.”
“Will I bleed?” I’ve heard of virgins who do and don’t. But given his size I can’t imagine not.
His eyes become animalistic. He growls out, “I fucking hope so. I want your blood on my cock, baby.”
Grinning down at him I match his animalistic tendencies, “I hope so, too.” Driven by mad lust I know I have lost my mind. Because nothing else would explain why instead of taking him slowly I take him all at once. I feel the pain of him stretching me, the sting that causes tears to slide down my cheeks as he pierces the thin layer of my virginity, and I cry out in half agony half pleasure as he’s seated all the way to the hilt, the tip of him hitting my cervix.
I feel so incredibly full. Stretched to the absolute max. My breaths are shaky at best as I try to accommodate to his length. Dio mio, I feel as if my pussy has been torn apart.
His hands knead my ass soothingly and I feel myself relaxing under his touch. The pain begins to slightly subside as I focus on his hands kneading my flesh.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he groans. I open my eyes to see a bead of sweat on his forehead. His brows pinched together as if he’s experiencing pain as well. I feel his cock twitch inside me as I slightly move my hips. My lips part on a heavy pant. “You feel like heaven, amore mia. You’ve obliterated every single one of my fantasies. Nothing compares to this.” His filthy mouth is exactly what I need to hear. I feel myself becoming wetter.
“Constantine,” I whine. And while I love the fact he relinquished control I have not a clue on what to do next.
He sees the inner conflict. “Lift your hips for me, Carina. Lift your hips and let me see your virgin blood claiming my cock,” he rasps the order and I have no qualms obeying. I lift my hips and feel the sting as I raise myself to where half of his cock remains inside me. I watch as his eyes gleam with possessiveness and pure undulated satisfaction. That look on his face has my blood pumping. “Look for yourself, amore. See how you own me as I own you.” And I do. I look down and marvel at the sight of us joined. How I’ve marked him just as he’s marked me. The sight has my pussy clenching around him. He steals a breath. Grasping my hips he lowers me slowly. We both watch as he disappears inside me. And seeing it makes the pain worth it. He raises my hips back up and lowers again. All while keeping a steady pace. “You take me so good, Carina.” His praise is like music to my ears.
While the slow pace he sets gets me used to his size it’s not nearly enough to satiate the hunger within me. “More,” I demand.
He releases my hips when I’m fully seated on top of him. I moan loudly at the fullness. He takes both of my wrists and places my hands around his throat. I feel his pulse thrum wildly beneath my fingers. He forces me to apply pressure and I feel his cock swell. “When you ride my cock, mia leonessa, your hands belong here. You own my body. You own me.” He slaps my ass and growls, “Now ride me like the bad girl I know you are.”
With my hands collaring his throat and my back arched I ride him without abandon. I set a brutal pace. Having him hit a certain spot that makes me see stars every time I thrust downward. My hips move in an erratic rhythm but he doesn’t seem to care about my lack of skills.
We’re both lost in each other.
Lost in the passion.
Lost in the lust.
Lost in the dark and mad love we have for one another.
Sex permeates the air as sensual sounds of our flesh hitting flesh and moans fill the room.
“Cazzo. Dimmi che ci sei vicino. Non ho mai provato una tale fottuta perfezione.” (Fuck, tell me you’re close. I’ve never felt such fucking perfection.)
Heat intensifies in my lower abdomen as I feel a pressure unlike anything I have ever felt. It’s stronger than last night. It feels more powerful. Uncontainable.
“Constantine.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s needy and demanding all at once. Knowing what I need without me voicing it he circles my clit. As his touch becomes a tad rougher I feel myself coming undone. I cry with his name falling from my lips. And as I still above him he forces me to ride out my orgasm as he pins my hips and gives shallow yet hard thrusts from underneath me.
His thrusts are punishing and his grip bruising. And yet somehow I feel myself building back toward that crest. He feels it, too. “My Carina. Mia leonessa. Amore mia.” He chants. And then it happens again. My pussy spasms around him as I fall to another orgasm. With one last hard thrust I feel him swell inside me before I feel the warmth of his come bathe my walls.
Utterly spent, my bones feeling like jello, I fall on top of him. Our sweaty bodies meld together as he bands his arms around me.
It’s an odd sensation. To feel his come inside me as well as his cock softening. Even soft it proves to be slightly uncomfortable yet I don’t mind. I’m not quite ready to break the connection just yet. And the way he settles beneath me it doesn’t seem as if he’s ready yet either.
“That was. . .” I trail at a loss of words.
He hums, sweeping my sweat coated hair away from my face before pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “I echo the sentiment, baby.”
I smile against his chest as he begins to play with my hair. “I never would have pegged you as a submissive,” I muse.
He chuckles. “I wouldn’t say pegged.”
I giggle.
I giggled.
How long has it been since I have done that?
The lightness I’m feeling right now. . . I didn’t think it was possible to ever feel that way. And yet I am. With him. Because of him.
His hand freezes in my hair and I’m afraid I’ve done something wrong. “What a lovely sound, Carina. I’ve never heard you laugh before. I promise to make you laugh again, and often. It is too beautiful of a sound to be silenced.”
This man.
This beautiful, dark, charismatic, magnificent man.
How could I have ever hated him?
I snuggle against him, burrowing myself in his chest. I’ve never felt more content in my life. I feel so cherished. Safe. Constantine Donati is starting to feel an awful lot of something I’ve never had; home.
He presses another tender kiss to the top of my head. “I would get on my hands and knees and crawl to you, Carina.”
I lift my head to find his eyes sincere. With a teasing smile I ask, “And would you kneel before me and beg?”
In a swift move he repositions us to where I am underneath him. His cock that was soft inside me is now hard once again. I bite down on my lip as I feel the welcome pain of him stretching me.
His lips brush mine as he says, “I would do anything you ask of me.”
“Perhaps one day I’ll make you do it.” He pulls out halfway and slams inside me, hitting my cervix. My eyes fall shut in pleasure when his finger finds my clit and circles it.
Thrusting his tongue in my mouth he kisses me savagely. As our lips part I open my dazed eyes and find him wearing a devilish smirk. Dio mio, he’s breathtaking. “I’m looking forward to it.” And then he fucks me. Showing me just how much he loves the idea.