Chapter 20
Anna
His lips slide from the delicate spot of my ear down the length of my nape, warmth blazing a trail of heat along the most sensitive parts of my body, causing me to shiver the same way he always does when he touches me. Our bodies were made for each other.
Vincenzo slides the material of my dress from my shoulders and lets it waft to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but kitten heels, which I slip out of and push to the side as my fingers find his zipper and free him from the restraints of his pants.
The long shaft of steel feels velvety but hard and unrelenting in my hands, pulsing as I caress and stroke it with my palm. Vincenzo captures my lips, and they part for him, welcoming the feel of his tongue dancing with my own, flaming my desire as precum seeps from the end of his rod.
He kisses me like in my dreams as though kissing me can save our very lives.
And when he gently breaks it and caresses my lips with his thumb everything south clenches.
This intimacy, sometimes it’s almost too much.
There’s no way to separate the escalating feelings for this man from the desire that we’ve always had, and now, I no longer think I want to.
I slide to my knees, taking his velvet rod of steel into my mouth, as much of him as I can until he holds my head, helping me take him gradually to the very back of my throat.
Vincenzo’s moans of pleasure make my pussy drip with anticipation.
This is power, making a man feel this good, bringing him to the edge and keeping him there, and watching the passion explode in those eyes as I caress his balls as he readies to come.
There is nothing like it and the minute before he’s ready, I know.
I know everything about him, what he likes, where he likes it, how he likes me positioned.
And when his hands slide over the sides of my head firmer, I know he’s close.
So close that I can feel him pulse beneath my tongue.
But Vincenzo doesn’t give away his power or control easily, and he doesn’t do it now. He takes me under the arms, lifting me to a standing position before lifting me by the hips. He doesn’t need a wall to hold me against, brute strength muscle and stamina is all he needs.
“Wrap your legs around me, princessa,” he growls, driving into my wet hot heat the minute my legs settle around his waist. Joined as one he thrusts deep inside, holding me tight, capturing my lips while driving against that special little button inside.
The way he moves, sliding in and out, it takes my breath away and every time he hits that button and then grinds against my side wall makes that inevitable wave of pleasure so much closer until he quickens his pace so fast that I can barely breathe and the dam breaks and I’m left screaming his name.
Vincenzo spills his seed deep inside, hot wet, strand after strand of desire as he rocks us to a finish and then carries me to his bed.
He lies beside me as our bodies begin to relax and calm.
I stroke his abdomen, playing with the small hairs that lead a path to his groin, basking in the aftermath of what for us is always earth-shaking satisfying.
I will miss this, more than he will ever know, but after everything I learned today, the only way to right this wrong is to do it myself.
For him, his family, my family, and even Addie.
Everyone who knows me or helps me is going to be on the Gallini’s hit list and I can’t and won’t have that on my conscious.
But I will remember this night, and every night with Vincenzo because it’s clear that the feelings I have for him are going to be there longer than I could have ever dreamed.
Far after I’m gone…