Chapter 40
Gabriella
Vienna’s kisses were unlike anything I had ever experienced.
One was enough to have my head spinning. But kissing me like this? Hauled in his arms, my body pressed against his, my legs wrapped around his waist, wearing his hoodie with nothing underneath?
It was enough to have my entire body turning to jelly.
I kissed him back with everything I had, trying to transfer all my thoughts and feelings into this kiss. Things I struggled to say out loud. Things I barely understood.
But Vienna got it.
Just like he always did.
His kisses devoured me. He tasted every last inch of my mouth. His tongue ran along my bottom lip before he pulled it between his teeth.
“Vienna,” I breathed against his lips, smothering my smile as he growled. He pulled his head back from me and rested his forehead on mine.
“What did you call me?” he muttered, his breathing heavy.
“Vienna.”
He tightened his grip on my ass for a split second before he threw me on the bed. I squealed, my back bouncing off the mattress, and then squealed again as he grabbed hold of my ankle and hauled me to the edge of the bed.
“What was that, princess?” he asked, looking down at me.
“I said Vienna. Is that not your name?”
He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. My breath caught in my throat as soon as his bare skin was revealed. My eyes traced along the tattoos, the scars, and, dear god, the muscles.
I swallowed back my saliva and looked at him with hooded eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, watching him as he watched me. He remained still, looking down at me, his expression closed.
And then he smirked at me, dropping to his knees in front of the bed.
“What are you…?”
His mouth was on me.
Starting from my ankle, he kissed his way up my leg, his tongue trailing along my skin. He went from my feet to my knee and back down again before blowing on the damp skin left by his tongue.
And then he moved to the other leg, repeating the same movement.
As he got to my knees, he climbed up the bed, laying down between my legs as he licked and nibbled his way up my thighs. His tongue swirled from the outside to the inside in a zig-zag pattern, all the way up to my hips before he climbed back down, blowing on my skin again.
The sensation sent a shiver travelling down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin.
Vienna moved over to my other leg, kissing my thigh before repeating the same movements.
He nibbled around my hip, his hands pushing up the hoodie I was wearing and exposing my stomach. He kept his fingers there, trailing up and down my side as he kept his mouth focused on my middle.
I raised my hips, offering myself to him, but he ignored the invitation. My pussy throbbed in response, desperate for him to notice, but he just moved over to my other hip, nibbling at my bones.
His head raised further up me, trailing along my stomach, his hands pushing the hoodie further up until it was around my neck.
I sat up slightly, pulling it over my head and threw it to the floor before lying back down, completely naked and exposed.
He expelled a harsh breath and lowered his head once more. I watched in fascination as he continued worshipping me with his tongue.
He lathered along my stomach and then up my sides, making me gasp and hiss as he nipped under my rib cage.
He traced along the curve of my breasts before gliding down the middle of them.
He grabbed my arms and raised them over my head, pinning them there as he shuffled his body upwards, laying it over mine and then nibbled his way down my sensitive sides.
I was powerless to do anything but watch—and enjoy.
He took his time with me, making sure he worshipped every last inch of exposed skin.
His teeth nibbled, his beard scratched and his tongue dampened.
That alone was enough to have me a panting mess.
But when he followed it up by blowing on every last bit of exposed skin, shocking me with the coolness of his breath, making me shiver in response… I was lost.
We’d had a lot of sex over the years. We’d had slow, passionate sex. Hard, rough, fast sex. Sex that almost felt more like fighting than fucking.
But this?
He’d never given me this before.
He’d never driven me to the point of madness with longing. He’d never slowed everything right down to the point of pain. Never taken endless minutes simply licking and tasting my skin.
And then he raised up, his weight on his hands as he hovered above me. He looked into my eyes for long moments before scanning my face—no doubt seeing the blush in my cheeks, the heavy breaths expelling from my lips.
He smiled softly before lowering his head to my neck.
“Wow,” I whispered under my breath as his lips repeated the same treatment the rest of my body had received.
He nibbled on my collarbone before licking and kissing his way up my neck. His tongue swirled around my ear, biting down gently, his heavy breath in my ear sending endless shivers down my spine.
He lowered back down my neck and licked along my throat before continuing up the other side.
And then he was kissing along my face. Small, gentle kisses along my cheeks, one to my nose and then eventually—finally—down to my lips.
Tears sprang to my eyes as he kissed me with a sweetness that was the complete polar opposite of earlier. This kiss wasn’t devouring me. This kiss was a caress. A promise.
I kissed him back, my lips lingering on his, my arms moving from above my head to wrap around his neck, my fingers scraping along his skin.
“Luke,” I whispered against his mouth, holding him tight against me.
He laughed against my lips.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“That’s what I was waiting for. Call me Vienna again when I’m about to fuck you, and I’ll torment you like this all night long.”
“You…!” I slapped his bare back once, twice, and was just about to do it a third time before he jumped off the bed and stood next to me.
All thoughts of violence left my mind as he pushed his trousers down his hips, standing completely naked for me. I swallowed heavily as he kicked them away, my eyes locked between his legs and the hard, thick cock that was standing proudly.
“Gabriella, you’re killing me,” he groaned.
“What?” I asked, practically licking my lips.
“Keep looking at me like that and I swear to God I… Fuck me,” he breathed.
I hadn’t waited for him to finish.
I pushed myself to my knees and flipped in front of him. Shuffling to the back of the bed, my ass high in the air, my face against the mattress, I offered myself to him, silently and completely.
“Is this better?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder, biting down on my lip at the almost feral look on his face.
He walked forward until he was next to me and grabbed fistfuls of my ass, squeezing tightly as he expelled a harsh breath.
I twisted my head, biting down on the sheets to muffle my moans.
Was it wrong to get a thrill at his obvious torment?
Was it wrong for my pussy to throb at the pained whimper that ripped from his throat when I raised my ass even higher?
If that was wrong, then it must be really, really wrong of me to push him even further.
But I did it anyway.
Slipping a hand between my legs, spreading my knees further apart, I used my fingers to spread open my pussy lips before gliding them along my wetness.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, my fingers seeking out my clit. “Don’t make me do this alone, Luke. Don’t withdraw on me now. I need you. I—”
He pushed my hands away almost savagely, and then he was lining up his cock with the entrance to my pussy. He grabbed my hips and with one hard slam, he buried his cock deep inside me, his hips slapping against my ass.
My eyes flew wide as he stretched me open, the pain almost burning as he filled me completely. And then he was pressing on the small of my back, pushing me further down as he began to move, forcefully slamming his cock in and out of me.
I fisted the sheets, my nipples scraping against the material as he fucked me with a force that made my head spin.
“Fuck, Gabriella,” he growled from behind me. “You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet. You drive me mad.”
I whimpered at his words, and he rewarded me with a punishing slap to my ass.
“Louder, Gabriella,” he muttered, spanking me again. “Don’t you dare smother your voice from me.”
His hand curled around me, stroking down my stomach and seeking out my clit. As he circled it, applying rough pressure, his other hand grabbed hold of my hair, wrapping it around his wrist twice.
My head tipped back with how rough he was, and a long, throaty moan escaped me.
“You like that?” he growled, yanking my hair until I was pulled upwards, my back against his front. His fingers continued stroking my clit, driving me wild as he hissed in my ear. “You like it when I’m rough with you?”
I nodded frantically, rocking against him as he slammed his cock in and out of me.
“Words, princess,” he whispered, biting down on my neck.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t give him the words he wanted. Not when everything felt so good. When it was all too much.
My thighs began to shake, my head swimming, that delicious pressure building between my legs.
“If you won’t give me your voice, then you don’t deserve one,” he said savagely. He pinched my clit tightly, painfully, and then the hand that had been wrapped around my hair loosened and seized my throat instead.
I panicked, my back arching, my entire body stiffening. But Vienna simply circled my clit once more and whispered in my ear, “You’re safe, princess. Your hands are free. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is raise them. Lift your hands in the air and I’ll pull back immediately.”
He kissed my neck, sweet and loving, a complete contrast to the forceful, ruthless way he was slamming his cock in and out of me.
And I didn’t raise my hands.
Instead, I took a deep breath in through my nose, pushed away painful memories and brought my hands to my tits, squeezing my nipples.
“That’s my girl,” he said, and then he was fucking me with a force that defied belief.