27. Carina
CHAPTER 27
Carina
C onstantine Donati has always been a sight to behold.
Too beautiful to capture.
Larger than life itself.
A man who can charm anyone with just a single look.
The devil wears the handsomest face to tempt us all to sin but I don’t think even Lucifer himself is as tempting and as magnetic as the man before me.
And he sits like a king on his throne. Naked as the day he was born with his massive cock in the palm of his hand.
The lazy posture just cements how much power he holds. And the dark glint in his eyes mixed with mad lust exudes his powerful seduction.
Fuck him being known as the Devil, he’s a god among us mere mortals.
And while I am all too thrilled about the idea of getting on my knees and worshipping him I also want him to know he can’t control me that easily.
I’ve lost my strings.
While I may have succumbed to the darkness, accepted his hand and in turn accepted myself, that doesn’t suddenly mean I’ll become submissive.
And if there is one thing I know with absolute certainty about my soon to be husband, it is that he desires me the most when the fire within me breathes.
I lean myself against his desk, admiring the view before me. My eyes give a heavy perusal from head to toe, lingering on attributes that cause my stomach to damn flutter and my core to clench.
The broad chest with a smattering of dark curls. The slick abs that take a gruesome amount of dedication in the gym and control of a healthy diet. His thick muscular thighs. And of course, his more than impressive, quite beautiful, in awe of, cock.
My mouth is salivating to taste him. To know what it feels like for him to brutalize my throat in a way only he can make pleasurable.
Constantine is right. I am his whore.
And there is no shame in that. In fact, I take pride in it.
I lick my lips and his eyes follow the movement.
I’ve never thought of myself as desirable. I’ve always known I’ve had a pretty face. A decent build, too. My breasts are fairly average, my ass a considerable size. My thighs are on the thicker end with tiger stripes adorning the inner flesh, and I don’t have a flat stomach. I’ve never had a problem with loving my body despite the narrative the media forces down women’s throats.
It was never my body that made me feel undesirable. It was the stain I felt deep in my soul. The scars I bare on my back. I’ve always felt ashamed of them. Thought of myself as ugly because of my dark and twisted thoughts. Couldn’t imagine someone’s hands running down the length of my back without disgust.
And yet I’ve found a man who touches my scars with admiration. One who gazes at me as if I’m the most stunning creature he has ever seen.
Constantine Donati doesn’t see my body as an object. He not only shows but feels a great reverence for my body.
And getting down on my knees, worshipping him like he does me, has me more turned on than I’d like to admit.
He can see it. See right through me as I press my legs together to help alleviate the ache between my thighs.
Yet despite knowing how turned on I am he indulges me by allowing me to put up a “fight” . And so I echo his question with an arched brow. “Who are you to make demands?”
He runs his thumb along his bottom lip as his eyes stare at me with hunger. He looks so composed. So in control. A true predator about to claim his prey. It’s the sexiest I have ever seen him.
If he were to look between my thighs he would see the evidence glistening.
His teeth nip on the pad of his thumb and my nipples harden in reaction. His eyes flare, taking notice. And I arch my back enough to accentuate them. Daring him to give me the sensation of his tongue.
I’ve come alive in so many ways since he has come into my life. And becoming this wanton seductress who owns her sexuality is one of them.
He continues his hungry stare. His eyes are eating me alive. And I never thought of it to be possible to come from just the gaze alone, and yet here I am proving it to be possible.
“I am your king.” He then rises from his chair, towering over me. He stops just short of our bodies touching. And my bare skin burns with the need to have his hands on me. “Your fiancé.” The low purr of his voice has me going mad. “Your soon to be husband.” Finally his hand touches my skin. The flat of his hand lays on my chest and I pant with anticipation as his hand creeps higher. When his hand collars my throat, giving a tight squeeze the impossible happens. Without any stimulation except for his lust filled gaze and possessive touch I come. It rocks my very foundation. And just as I fear my legs may give out on me Constantine wraps his arm around me to hold me steady. “I am your God, Carina, and you will worship me.”
I knew his sensual mouth would be my undoing. And judging by the knowing smirk on his face, he knew it, too.
His tongue plunders inside my mouth, dominating me in a kiss that reignites the flame.
Before I wouldn’t have thought it possible to orgasm more than once. But Constantine is no average man and he’s a very generous lover.
Truthfully, I believe he becomes more turned on giving pleasure than receiving it.
I see it in the way his eyes glaze over with desire every time I moan. How his hands eagerly yet reverently caress my flesh. And when I do come? There’s pure euphoria and awe on his face.
It’s as if he was born to give me pleasure and pleasure alone.
And while I’m about to get down on my knees and worship him, make no mistake, this man before me worships me every second of each day. With every look. With every touch. With every word.
Constantine Donati is a man who bows to no one and yet he bows to me.
He places his hand on my shoulder and gently applies pressure to bring me to my knees.
My knees hit the soft rug as I assume the position for him to ravage my mouth.
His hand slides from my shoulder to the crown of my head. Those skilled fingers massage my scalp before he winds his hand in the long tresses of my hair. He gives it a tug. I feel the slight sting in my scalp as pleasure zaps down to my throbbing core.
I lick my lips in anticipation as he squeezes out a pearl of precum. I’m overcome with the need to taste him. To be as intimately acquainted as he is with me.
“My beautiful slut so eager to have her mouth filled with my cock.” The inner walls of my pussy clench. I can feel my arousal trickling down my thigh.
He tugs my hair once more, this time rougher. My head is tipped back at an uncomfortable angle but I don’t mind. Not when I see the desire in his eyes. “My innocent little Carina yet so deviant when it comes to her sexual desires.” With his hand wrapped around his dick he brings it to my parted lips. Then, he allows me the first taste of him. He traces the head of his cock along my lips, painting them with his precum. Before I can stick my tongue out for a real taste of him he backs away slightly. And I fucking pout. “You’ve never had a man fuck your throat before, have you, mia leonessa?” He knows damn well he’s my only sexual experience in everything. But I’ve come to learn Constantine gets off on knowing he’s my one and only sexual partner. It gets him hot knowing how much he’s going to corrupt me, defile me. And fuck, it gets me hot, too.
With the restraints of my hair being held I shake my head to the best of my ability. His eyes glaze over with even more lust than before. He grips his cock again, pressing the head against the seam of my lips. “Taste it.”
Finally, given permission I taste him for the first time. I flick my tongue against the head of his dick and his fist tightens in my hair. Needing more of a taste I swirl my tongue around the mushroom head.
He tastes different. Salt mixed with musk. A carnal sweetness that is addictive.
Taking in the angry veins on his cock I trace them with my tongue from root to tip. He groans loudly, hips pushing forward.
Wanting to take him by surprise I open my inexperienced mouth wide and take him halfway in. I look up at him through my lashes as I do so. And with half of his length in me my eyes water.
His eyes flare. “How beautiful you look on your knees with my cock in your mouth and tears staining your cheeks.” His praise warms me. Like an addict I want more of them. Digging my nails in the back of his thighs I try to take him further. “Relax your throat and hollow those cheeks, amore.” I do as he says and find taking him marginally easier.
Constantine is huge. Thick and long. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to deep throat his cock with ease. But my determination to please him has his cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes sting as I gag on his dick. But the need to hear his praise far outweighs all my discomfort.
He keeps his hips still. As tears stream down my cheeks, saliva pools around his dick. “Such a good fucking girl you are, Carina.” Heat floods my core. “You take my cock so beautifully.” He flexes his hips back giving me some reprieve before he slowly thrusts back in. “I’m going to fuck your throat now. I want to feel your throat tightening around my dick. I want you to give me your all, Carina, because I’m not holding back.”
It should disturb me how much I want this. I want him to use me. Ravage me. I want him to lose control and fuck my throat with vigor.
He doesn’t see me as fragile and I love how he doesn’t want to treat me as fragile either.
Without wasting another second he begins fucking my throat like he promised. I gag. I spit. Tears stream down my face. I suck eagerly and sloppily. While he abuses my mouth I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I clench my thighs as he continues to drive faster and deeper.
The sound of my muffled moans and whimpers fill the air.
I feel him swell in my mouth. Judging by the quickened pace of his hips I know he’s close. And I find myself anticipating his release. I want to choke on his come and have him force me to swallow it.
Before my fantasy can become a reality he pulls his painfully hard dick out of my mouth. A second later he has me up off my knees and bent back over the desk. Kicking my legs apart he spreads them wide. Without warning he thrusts his cock all the way in my aching and unbelievably wet pussy.
I cry out at the intrusion as he groans in satisfaction.
With his hand pinned on the back of my neck he grinds his hips against me, all the while keeping his dick fully seated inside me.
“As much as I would’ve loved seeing you choke on my come, I need to fill your pussy more.” Fuck, I love his dirty mouth. I clench around him. “My dirty girl likes that doesn’t she? She wants to be filled with my come.”
Delirious, my eyes roll to the back of my head as I moan out, “Yes.”
He slaps my ass and I feel the sting of his hand as he caresses the cheek he smarted. “Now be my good girl and take my cock like the slut you are.” One hand gripping my hip, the other pinning down my neck he fucks me savagely. Each thrust is more powerful than the last. In this position he’s reaching places he’s never reached before. He feels deeper. I feel fuller.
The crescendo of sweet oblivion builds in my core.
And then with one brutal thrust the crescendo meets its highest point and I let out an earth shattering scream.
I’ve obliterated into another planet. One where my mind is in a fog of beautiful bliss and I can’t feel my limbs.
I’m only half aware of Constantine still pistoning inside me until he too finds his release.
A heavy weight presses on my back and I relish in his warmth.
I feel the faint brush of his lips planting kisses along my slicked skin.
Then the delicious weight of him disappears as he eases out of me. I know I’ll feel the pain of our fucking later but right now I’m too high on pleasure to feel it.
Body completely languid and useless he takes over. Turning me around he then swoops me in his strong arms, cradling me against him. My head falls against his chest as I weakly lay an arm around his neck.
Tenderly he places a kiss on my forehead.
And somehow the act of a forehead kiss is more intimate than the intense fucking.
His affection continues as he drapes my silk robe over my body. Placing it to effectively cover all the intimate parts. I manage to raise a brow in question when he responds, “Only I get the pleasure of seeing you naked.”
I rest my head back against his bare chest feeling the safest I have ever been in my life.
And suddenly I’m overcome with a flood of emotions. Tears press at the back of my eyes as a lump forms in my throat.
Tenderness. Affection.
I had ached and yearned for it all of my life. Believed after my rebirth that I no longer deserved it.
It was a dream the young girl in me had to kill.
And yet now I have an infinite amount of tenderness and affection in a man who is known to show neither.
Not only has Constantine brought me back to life, he’s healed the broken parts of me I thought could never be healed.
My heart beats twice as fast as the realization of what I feel for him sets in.
Dio mio.
I love him.
I love Constantine Donati.
Constantine walks us out of his office, him still naked and me covered by a silk robe, but none of that matters because I love him.
He carries me throughout our penthouse, opening the door to our room, and sits on the bed with me cradled in his lap.
His thumb swipes away the tears that I didn’t even realize have slipped. “As much as I love your tears, Carina, I only love them when you’re gagging on my cock.” He leans down and licks the tears from my skin.
I love him.
Tears gone he does it again. Another tender kiss to the forehead.
“Constantine,” I say his name softly, vulnerably.
He smiles down at me. Truly smiles. And it’s breathtaking. “I do love it when you say my name.” He brushes his knuckles along my cheek. The touch so sweet I fear my heart may burst out of my chest and land in his hands.
“Constantine,” I say again and he hums with utter content. Those butterflies return in my stomach except this time I welcome them. He’s chosen me at every single turn. Never once hiding his affections for me. Never once has he silenced them. And it’s about time my affections for him aren’t hidden. “You have dug yourself under my skin. Embed yourself deep in my soul. You’re the blood running through my veins. The very air I breathe. And the mere thought of a life without you terrifies me. Every part of me belongs to you. And this wretched heart of mine only beats for you.”
In one swift movement I’m straddling him. My legs hook around his back as my arms loop around his neck. He frames my face preciously in the palms of his hands. The depth of love I see shining in them has me feeling euphoric.
He kisses me. Slowly. Languidly. Savoring the taste of me. Stroking his tongue against mine reverently. It’s as if he’s making sweet love to my mouth.
Unbidden tears burn behind my eyes.
To be loved by him is the greatest pleasure I’ll ever know.
As the kiss ends his lips linger. And they brush against mine as he declares, “I exist because of you. There is not a world where I am without you. And if there is, I will find you, Carina. You own every part of me.” He kisses me once more. “Love is too tame of a word for how I feel about you. But I do, Carina. I love you. And I’ll tell you everyday if it’s what you must hear.” He strokes my cheek affectionately. “But know this, amore. My love is not sweet and innocent. It’s dark. Carnal. Obsessive. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you by my side. If the day comes where you decide to run I will hunt you down and bring you back to where you belong. You and I, Carina. In every lifetime. Forever.”
It’s the dark nature of his love, the obsession, the mad lust, the overwhelming need to possess that has me love him to the brink of insanity.
Mirroring his actions I frame his face in my hands. I stare deeply into those whisky eyes knowing forever isn’t long enough. “Forever,” I vow.