Chapter 3 #3
I obey. How can I not when he has full control over me?
My body finds his rhythm. The pain dissolves and pleasure rushes in to fill every space it left behind.
His hand is on my throat and his mouth devours mine.
Every thick inch of him strokes inside me, and I am falling apart beneath a man whose name is lodged behind my teeth like a prayer I'm not allowed to speak.
The second orgasm builds fast. Harder than the first. His thumb presses gently against the side of my throat and his hips drive deeper and I shatter with my mouth open and a name clawing up my throat.
His name. The one I'm not allowed to say.
I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip hard enough to taste copper and swallow the syllables whole.
The sound that escapes instead is a raw, broken cry that fills the bedroom.
"Fuck." He groans into my neck and his control snaps.
His hips drive harder, faster, and I wrap my legs around him and take everything he gives me.
His hand stays on my throat. His mouth stays against my skin.
His breathing turns ragged and desperate against my collarbone.
I watch his face as he comes apart above me.
His eyes squeeze shut. His brows crush together.
His jaw goes slack and the low, guttural groan that tears from his chest vibrates through my body.
For one unguarded second he looks vulnerable.
Open. Wrecked. My Massimo. And the sight of this powerful man breaking apart while inside me is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
For one fleeting moment I let myself wish there could be a next time.
Because if there were, I would want nothing between us.
No barriers. No latex. Just his skin against mine and the raw, slick heat of him filling me with nothing held back.
The thought sends a pulse of want through my already wrecked body so strong I clench around him.
A low groan rumbles through his chest and he buries his face against my neck, the word tesoro muffled and broken against my skin.
His body goes heavy, spent, and he rolls to the side and pulls me into him in one motion.
His arms wrap around my waist and his lips press into my hair, breathing me in with a long, slow inhale that I feel all the way down my spine.
He holds me tight against the solid wall of his chest, his grip firm enough that I couldn't slip away even if I wanted to.
I don't want to. I find I can't do anything other than obey his silent command.
My cheek presses against his chest and his heartbeat thumps steady beneath my ear, slowing as his body cools against mine.
Our legs are tangled together, his calf heavy over my ankle.
His fingers trace lazy patterns on the small of my back and my eyes drift shut and for a few perfect minutes I let myself pretend this is real.
He presses a kiss to my forehead and untangles himself from me. The loss of his warmth is immediate and I curl into the sheets that carry his scent while I listen to his bare feet pad across the hardwood. Water runs in the bathroom. A cabinet opens and closes.
He comes back with a warm cloth in his hand and the sight of this man, naked and unhurried, kneeling beside the bed for me does devastating things to my heart.
He's on his knees again. The way he kneeled to unbuckle my heels.
The way he kneeled beside me on a cold floor when I was fifteen and the world was falling apart.
This man keeps dropping to his knees for me and he doesn't even know he's doing it.
"Open for me." His voice is quiet. Tender in a way that makes my throat tight.
I let my thighs fall apart and he presses the warm cloth against me, gentle, careful with the soreness I can already feel blooming.
The heat soothes the ache and I exhale, my body sinking deeper into the mattress.
He takes his time, wiping the inside of my thighs, cleaning me with a patience that makes my eyes burn.
When he's done he leans down and presses his mouth against my still-throbbing clit in a single, soft kiss that sends one last shiver rolling through my entire body.
I suck in a breath. He smiles against my skin. I feel it.
He tosses the cloth onto the nightstand and climbs back into bed.
His arm hooks around my waist and he pulls me against him, chest to back, and reaches down to drag the sheets up and over both of us.
The fabric settles warm and heavy around my body, smelling like his cologne and clean cotton, and for the first time tonight I am completely covered, completely held, completely safe.
His lips brush the shell of my ear. "In the morning we can talk. Right now I just want to hold you close to me."
My heart cracks. A clean, quiet break that I feel behind my ribs.