Jesus. My hips bucked off the bed, but Dario just hooked one arm under my thigh and the other over my pelvis, pinning me firmly beneath his erotic kiss. He kept going, his mouth relentless, his tongue working me until I screamed again.
A sob of frustration and need broke free from me, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. I clung to his hair, my thighs trembling and slick with sweat. Dario just held on, kept his mouth tight on my clit, fucking me with his tongue and grinding his face against me until the world dissolved. I screamed, the sound so loud I wouldn’t have been surprised if they heard me in the club below. He didn’t slow down. Didn’t give me a breather. He was relentless.
God, helikedthis control he had over me! The bastard was eating my pussy like it was the last meal he’d ever have, making obscene noises low in his throat every time I came. His growls and grunts and snarls made it all so much worse. Or better! Every time he made a sound, vibrations fluttered my pussy. Even if there hadn’t been a physical sensation, those noises of pleasure and dominance were like another hand he could use to stroke me.
“Dario! Dario! Ah fuck! I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” My body seized, every nerve ending on fire. It was too much. Way, way too much. I might have been protesting, but my body wasn’t getting the message. I came again with enough intensity to scramble my brain and permanently tweak my gray matter.
He didn’t seem to give a shit. Instead he slapped my outer thigh, hard, sending a new shock straight through me. “You can,” he growled the command. “You will. Give me every last bit,Belle.” Despite his obvious delight in asserting his dominance, his voice was still rough with need. “I want to taste you come again, baby.”
He shoved two thick fingers inside me. I nearly blacked out. I didn’t know whether to beg him to stop or thank him for killing me with pleasure. I’d never been on the receiving end of anything this intense. Not even close. My legs went numb, my spine locked up, and I just shook and shook, my head tossing side to side as he lapped at my clit like he was starving.
“Dario, wait! Oh fuck, please!” I was sobbing now, the pleasure so acute it was almost pain. My heels drummed on the bed as I tried to twist away. He wouldn’t let me go. Not even a little. He yanked my legs wide open so he could get right back to devouring my pussy, over and over, never letting up, never giving me a break. It was too much. Way, way too fucking much.
He growled again. The sound vibrated straight into my bones. “You’re going to come for me again. Right fucking now, Belle. Let me taste you while you scream my name.”
Holy. Shit.There was no denying the man when he used that tone of voice.
Like his obedient servant, I did as he commanded. I came so hard I saw stars and my ears rang. My muscles seized and all I could do was suck in a breath. I couldn’t scream.
Until I did.
He grinned up at me, satisfaction dark and hungry, his jaw and lips slick with my arousal. The bastard looked feral. Like he wanted to mark me, own me, devour every inch. “Right there,” he rasped, tongue flicking my clit once, twice, the rhythm merciless. “Goddamn, Belle. You’re so fucking responsive. The noises you make? Christ.” His smile was anything but reassuring, the satisfaction on his face something I was afraid to examine too quickly. I was certain I’d have plenty of time laterto think about how easily I’d proven to Dario exactly how naive I am.
He started pumping his fingers again, curling them ruthlessly, hunting for that sweet spot inside me. I arched off the bed, my back bowing so hard my head almost slammed the headboard. My hands scrabbled helplessly at his hair, tugging, but I couldn’t pull him off me. The part of me I was sure was completely and utterly insane rejoiced.
And I fucking loved every blistering second.
My voice cracked on another scream, the sound raw and ugly, not even a little sexy, but Dario groaned like it was the best thing he’d ever heard. Vibrations from his mouth hit my clit and I lost the plot completely. My whole body convulsed. The orgasm ripped through me, violent, unstoppable. I was crying now, tears leaking out the corners of my eyes, streaming down my temples. Strands of my hair clung to my face. I was covered in sweat, my face was tear stained and I was sure I looked like a mad woman.
“That’s it,” he praised me as he kissed his way up my torso. “So fucking mindless you need to be fucked. Don’t you.”
I couldn’t even make words. I just nodded, wild and desperate. I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. I wasn’t sure I could handle coming again, but there was no way I could leave here and not feel Dario inside me. I needed it like I needed my next breath.
He grabbed my chin, not rough but strong enough to force my gaze up. “Say it, Belle. Tell me what you need.”
I gasped, shuddering, the tears still slicking my temples. “God… Dario. I need you to fuck me. Please. I need it so bad!”
“Good girl. Open your legs wider.” He shoved my thighs apart with both hands, his grip bruising, making my heart jackhammer in my chest. He crawled up, settling between my legs, his cock thick and hard and leaking as it slid against myslick entrance. He grinned, all wolf. “Look at you. So fucking ready for me.”
“Please,” I sobbed out, so fucking lost I didn’t care how needy I sounded. “I want it, Dario. I want you inside me.”
He thrust inside me with one smooth surge forward. A shock of pleasure tore through me. Dario was big, his cock stretching me almost to the point of pain. If he’d kept moving I have no doubt he would have hurt me. But he didn’t. Instead, Dario held himself inside me, kissing the side of my neck, my cheek, my chin, until he finally settled on my mouth.
“Look at me, Belle.” His voice was pure command, rough and hungry. “Eyes on me, baby. Eyes on me.” When I opened my eyes to stare up at him he smiled in satisfaction. “You can take every single inch of my cock. I’m going to stay still until you’re ready. You set the pace. You got it?”
A desperate, humiliating whimper tore out of me when I realized how wet and swollen I was. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t form words. Instead, I nodded once more. To make matters worse, it wasn’t a full thirty seconds before my hips tilted up at him of their own volition and I simply gave in. What really was the point of fighting him? I was outmatched in every way possible.
Dario groaned against my neck, his control momentarily fracturing before he began to move with deliberate rhythm. My inexperience shown through, blatantly obvious with my uncoordinated responses and the helpless way my body gave him what he wanted with so little effort on his part. But Dario guided me with gentle hands and murmured encouragement until we found a harmony that built like music toward crescendo.
I was so off balance! One moment he was hard, demanding, almost too rough. The next, he was so gentle he coaxed responses I had no intention of giving him.
His gaze finally locked on my face, watching every reaction, adjusting to every gasp and sigh. When I shattered beneath him one last time, calling his name like a prayer, he followed me over the edge, his controlled facade finally breaking completely as pleasure overtook him. His shout to the ceiling competed with my screams until he collapsed on top of me, his weight heavy and so very comforting when I knew there was no way I could ever go to this man for comfort. Not for any reason. That wasn’t who Dario Luca was.
After, he rolled us to our side, he positioned me so my back pressed against his chest, his arm a solid band around my waist. We lay in silence as our breathing steadied, the city lights casting patterns across the rumpled sheets. He nuzzled the side of my face and neck, continuing to praise me with those little touches that seemed so at odds with the man I knew him to be. I felt more than heard him sigh against my hair.
"I can't promise you forever, Belle," he said finally, his voice quiet in the darkness. "But I can promise that nothing will ever harm you. No matter if we're together or not. I'll make sure of it, and I’ll always take care of you."
The words settled over me with complicated weight. Not a declaration of love, Dario wasn't offering me a fairy tale. But protection. Security. Things I'd never had in abundance. Yet there was something in the specificity of his promise that unnerved me. What kind of man needed to explicitly promise safety? What kind of world did he inhabit where such assurances were necessary?
