19. BLUE #2
“What if I only want it to be you?” I whispered, blinking back tears. “I saved myself for someone special, and I…” A tear slipped down my cheek. “I think… the only person who’s ever been special in my life was you.” I took another step closer. “I was just too scared to admit it.”
“If Gianni finds out…” he murmured. “All the rules we made about you. About not touching my best friend’s sister. About not even breathing the same air as you…”
“Gianni isn’t here.” I swallowed, my heartbeat pounding against my ribs. “It’s just us.”
I held his gaze. “And we’ve already broken every rule.”
Something in his expression snapped.
He closed the distance, his hands gripping my waist before lifting me as though I weighed nothing at all. A breath escaped me as he set me on the counter. My legs parted around his hips, drawing him instinctively closer.
“Do you really feel that way?” he asked, searching my face as if the answer might be written there.
His eyes moved to my lips before returning to mine.
“Do you really want to be mine for the rest of our lives? Because I swear to you, Blue…” His forehead rested lightly against mine.
“Once I have you, I won’t be able to let you go. ”
“Yes,” I whispered, the word barely more than a breath.
“Say it,” he growled against my lips. “I want to hear it from you.”
I held his gaze.
“I’m yours.”
His lips crashed against mine again, his tongue claiming my mouth as he thrust inside, holding me captive in the kiss.
His hands tore my shirt apart, buttons scattering across my skin, and my bare breasts trembled with the force of his movements.
One hand cupped my jaw as his lips left mine, trailing over my chin and down my neck.
His teeth grazed my skin before sinking into the flesh, as though he wanted to leave his mark on me.
I gasped, my entire body shivering beneath his touch.
His tongue traveled down my chest until it found my left breast. He squeezed it in his hand before closing his lips around my nipple, drawing it into his mouth until a helpless moan escaped me.
My pussy throbbed, already slick in need for him, even though I had no idea what it would feel like to have him inside me. The thought of his size only made my nerves tighten. He would destroy me. He had years of practice doing exactly that, and now the reality of it settled heavily in my chest.
His hands slid to my thong, slowly pulling it down my legs.
He stepped back and looked at me.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded, parting my legs as my eyes scanned over every muscle that flexed while he tore his own shirt away. He unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to the floor. His white boxers barely concealed the eight-inch monster straining beneath them, but he left them on.
He closed the distance between us, resting a hand against my chest and gently guiding me backwards until my head reached the end of the counter and touched the wall. I braced myself on my elbows as my back arched, my hips lifting, leaving me completely exposed to him.
He spread my legs wider before slowly crouching down.
His fingertips skimmed along my inner thighs, moving with agonizing slowness.
When they reached my lower lips, he gently parted them.
The cool air against my exposed skin made me gasp, but the warmth of his touch pulled a soft moan from my lips, and he hadn’t even truly begun.
My hand flew to my mouth, my teeth sinking into my fingertips as his traced slow circles around my clit, drawing even more wetness from me than there had been moments before.
“Fuck, Gabriella,” he said, his voice rough and low. “Knowing how much you want me only makes me want you more.”
The tip of his finger slipped inside me, searching, feeling the tightness of my walls before easing back out.
He drew slow circles over my clit again, tormenting my swollen pussy that pulsed for him.
I heard him shift between my legs, and a heartbeat later, the first stroke of his tongue made my whole body jolt.
“1Cazzo!” I cried, my teeth digging deeper into my own hand.
He smiled, and I felt it against my needy clit, his warm breath brushing over my sensitive skin.
His tongue moved in slow circles before sliding lower, his lips pressing against my slick folds as he drew me into his mouth.
His teeth grazed the top of my clit while his tongue thrust inside me.
His jaw worked steadily, as though he was devouring me, savoring every drop while helpless moans spilled from my lips.
My hand slipped away from my mouth, searching for him until my fingers found the top of his head.
They tangled in his hair as he continued to thrust his tongue inside me before dragging it back up, stroking me until he reached my clit again.
He circled it with deliberate precision, and short, consecutive gasps escaped me like staccato notes.
“Sing for me, baby,” he growled against my sensitive skin. “Show me how loud you can be while I taste every drop of you.”
He moved faster now, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifted my legs and spread them wider.
“I want to explore every inch of you, go where no one else has, and claim every piece of your skin,” he said. “Because I swear to God, you are mine, and I own you now.”
His tongue slipped inside me again, thrusting deeper before his teeth found me once more. His jaw moved with hungry determination, then his tongue glided back to my clit, flicking and circling until his lips closed around it.
Shivers raced down my spine as the pleasure built inside me, tightening with every passing second.
“Don’t come yet,” he commanded, lifting his head.
My eyes met his.
“I want to feel you that close while I’m still inside you.”
He stroked my clit twice more before a slow smirk spread across his face. Then he rose, moving towards me.
His hands wrapped around my neck, gently pulling me closer until we were face to face.
“I don’t make love, Blue,” he said, holding my gaze. “I only know how to fuck like a beast.”
He exhaled before his lips crashed against mine. His tongue swept into my mouth, leaving the taste of me behind.
When he pulled away, his forehead lingered close to mine.
“This is my last warning,” he whispered.
“Show me,” I gasped. “Show me how the Beast eats.”
A slow grin spread across his lips, his eyes darkening as he pushed his boxers down. I felt his warmth closing the distance between us.
One hand tightened around my neck, his fingers pressing into my skin, while the other wrapped around his hard eight inch cock, guiding it slowly between my legs.
He pulled me closer, teasing me along my clit before dragging down and easing just the tip inside me.
Even that small stretch felt impossibly full, opening me until it stung.
His hand around my neck stole my voice, leaving me only able to part my lips as I fought for breath while he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he reached my hymen. He paused for a heartbeat. His hand left his cock and settled firmly on my hip, holding me in place.
Without warning, he drove into me.
A sharp pain tore through me as my virginity gave way. A silent scream caught in my throat.
Then he thrust again, pushing past the worst of the pain until every inch of him was buried inside me.
“It hurts,” I gasped. “Fuck.”
He drew me closer, slowly rocking in and out while his face buried itself against my neck. His teeth grazed my skin before he kissed the spot, leaving warm, wet trails as his rhythm gradually quickened.
“Good girl,” he growled against my neck.
The sound of his body meeting mine echoed through the towering walls of the lighthouse, blending with the crash of the waves outside as he claimed me.
The sharp pain slowly faded, replaced by a growing warmth as my inner walls adjusted to him, tightening around every slow thrust.
His lips found mine again, capturing them in a deep kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, slow and possessive, while my body responded helplessly beneath him. Heat clung to my skin, sweat gathering as every powerful thrust rocked me against the counter.
The pleasure kept building, tightening low inside me until I knew I was close. I never had the chance to tell him. My body gave me away, clenching around him with nowhere for either of us to hide from it.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling his cock free.
My eyes dropped to the streak of blood mingling with the slickness between my thighs, and I swallowed hard.
There was no going back.
I was all his now.
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