Chapter 27 #2
I don’t wait for an answer. I drag my mouth down her throat, sinking my teeth into the soft curve of her collarbone before moving lower.
My mouth closes over the tight, flushed peak of her breast. I lave it with my tongue, swirling the wet heat over her sensitized skin before biting down—the sudden scrape of my teeth makes her cry out.
“Damiano,” she whimpers, her hands fisting in the sheets as her back arches higher.
“Should I mark you?” I mutter against her wet skin, moving to the other side to give it the same ruthless attention.
I suck hard, drawing the flesh deep into my mouth, biting and licking in a punishing rhythm.
She thrashes beneath me, the harsh contrast of pain and pleasure unraveling whatever composure she has left.
I keep at it, punishing her with my mouth and making her feel the wrath of my anger. My teeth graze, nick, and pull at her sensitive flesh. She writhes, her breath arriving in ragged, desperate sobs, as the overstimulation pushes her to the brink.
“Please,” she finally cries out, her fingers tangling frantically in my hair, pulling my face flush against her chest.
“Damiano, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
Only when she is completely undone, begging for mercy under my touch, do I finally release her breast. I drag my mouth down her stomach, trailing hot, wet kisses over her tight muscles.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, stripping the scrap of lace down her legs and tossing it to the floor.
I spread her knees wide, pressing them back toward her chest so she is completely exposed.
I bury my face between her thighs. I sink my tongue into her core with a deep, slick stroke that rips a loud moan from her throat.
I work her with an unrelenting focus. I circle her clit with long, heavy laps, my tongue flicking hard against the swollen nerve.
She thrashes against the sheets, her fingers tangling desperately in my hair again.
Every time her hips stutter, and I feel her delicate walls start to pulse, I pull back.
“Damiano... please,” she begs. Her voice cracks into a whimper. “I’m so close... please.”
“No,” I murmur against her damp skin. “You are going to stay right here, begging for it. You will wait until I decide you get to come.” I edge her ruthlessly.
I push her up the steep incline of pleasure, drawing out the torture until she is sobbing my name, her hips bucking blindly against my mouth.
Each time I pull back, desperation tightens her body, and the frustrated, strangled whimpers from her lips fuel my need.
The tension in her thighs is electric, quivering with a mixture of hunger and surrender, her finger holding on to me as if I am the only rock in the storm I have unleashed inside her.
I want her completely unobstructed. I want her mind cleaned of everything except the burn of my tongue in her pussy.
When she is finally gasping for air, her moans a broken plea for mercy, I slide my body back up the length of the bed, leaving her begging.
I lay on my back. My chest heaves with exertion, the alcohol rushing through my system. I am hard enough to ache, the primal urge to bury myself inside her, clawing violently at my gut.
“Sit on it,” I command. She pushes herself up on trembling arms. She moves over my legs, her hands finding the waistband of my trousers.
She undoes the clasp with shaking fingers, shoving the heavy fabric down my legs, taking my boxers with them.
I kick them away, completely exposing myself.
She shifts her weight, her hand reaching blindly toward the drawer of the nightstand.
I catch her wrist before her fingers can even brush the wood. My grip is tight, my eyes locking onto hers. “No,” I rasp.
She pauses, her breath hitching.
“Damiano…”
“I want you raw,” I growl, pulling her hand away and pressing her palm flat against the hammering beat of my heart. “I want to feel every single part of you. No barriers. I need to know there is absolutely nothing between us.”
For the briefest moment, a flicker of understanding passes between us, trust anchoring her gaze to mine. We both know the risk, but neither of us shies away from it.
She shivers, the raw need breaking down the last of her defenses.
“Ride me, Dolcezza. I want to watch you take it. I want to see your face when you take your orgasm from me.”
She straddles my hips. The searing heat of her core is a shock against my cock.
She lowers her body slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
A long, shaky breath escapes her parted lips as I fill her.
I groan, my hands reaching up to grip her hips, my fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises as I set the pace.
“Yeah, just like that,” I rasp. I watch her head fall back, her beautiful throat exposed in the silver moonlight. “Take every inch of it. Tell me exactly how it feels to have me inside you.”
“It feels...so… good,” she gasps. Her hips roll in a desperate beat, the friction building a raging fire between us.
“No other man will ever feel how tight you are.”
“You’re... you’re the only one.”
“Louder,” I growl, driving my hips upward to meet her downward thrusts. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“I’m yours,” she cries out, her nails scoring bleeding lines into my chest. “Only you, Damiano. Fuck... please, make me come.”
My control shatters completely. I reach up, grabbing a handful of her dark hair to pull her face down to mine. I devour her mouth in a clash of lips and tongues. I thrust up into her, hard and unrelenting, punishing that perfect spot inside her until she screams my name into the quiet room.
Her climax hit her like a freight train. Her walls clamp down on my cock in a frantic, vice-like grip, trying to milk me with every violent spasm. I keep driving into her, absorbing her tremors and enjoying the way she sobs my name through the powerful release.
I follow her over the edge seconds later. A guttural roar tears out of my throat as I spill deep inside her, my entire body locking up under the sheer force of the orgasm.
I pull her waist, her exhausted body down flat against my chest, our hearts thundering in perfect unison.
I press my mouth to her sweat-slicked skin, my voice a wrecked, exhausted rumble in the quiet of the room. We’re both still breathless, chests rising and falling alongside each other.
I kiss her lips softly, then trail my mouth to her cheek and lower to her neck.
“Sì, mia,” I murmur against her skin.
I kiss her neck again, slower this time. “Eres mía,” I say again.
My lips brush one last time along her throat before I pull back just enough to meet her eyes.
“Only mine.”