“Oh, fuck,” he hisses. He slams his palm on the wall and uses it for support, while guiding my head with the other hand still clenching my hair. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
His cock continuously hits the back of my throat and I pull in air through my nose, trying to fight off my gag reflex and still breathe. Panic gathers around me when he thrusts so hard into my mouth that my eyes fill with tears, but even then I don’t stop. I’m going to wreck him, tear down every barrier, and render him vulnerable while he comes.
Because that’s what he does to me and nothing compares to it.
His labored breaths start to thin and his thighs stiffen under my fingertips right before his cock swells in my mouth. “That’smygood slut, take that shit deep. Fuck, Violetta, you’re ruining me.”
The warmth of his cum hits the back of my throat and slides down while Tristano continues to fuck my mouth, even when his orgasm subsidies. Eventually he pulls from my lips, gasping for air. I stare up at him mesmerized and completely infatuated. Seeing him in this condition is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“Oh,ribelle,” he says between harsh breaths. “I’m going to fuck you up for looking at me like that.”
I tilt my head. “Why?”
“Because you like the power you have over me.” He growls when I cup his sac and kiss the area right next to his cock. “And I don’t mean just sexually.”
That gives me pause and I get to my feet, putting myself between him and the wall. I cradle his face in my hands and stare up at him, trying to read his gaze. “What are you talking about?”
He takes me by the waist and lifts me. I gasp in surprise and grab a hold of him, gripping the back of his neck in fear of falling. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says. When I do, Tristano steps in between them, bringing our chests flush to one another. Then he drops his forehead, resting it against mine, and closes his eyes.
“Tristano?” I can’t stop the worry from spilling onto my tone. “What is it?”
“I exercise control in all ways and in all things, yet it’s impossible with you.”
He’s quiet for a while and I wait with bated breath, unsure of what’s happening. A hundred thoughts race through my mind during that moment of silence and I suspect I’m not the only one. When he inhales deeply and releases it slowly, I find myself mimicking him, but in preparation for whatever he’s going to say.
“I can bend you to my will through persuasion, or by coercion if necessary, and your body sees me as its master.” He opens his eyes and they pierce me, burrowing through my heart and straight to my soul. “But you…you’re the one who has power over me.”
“That’s not true,” I say, shaking my head. “I’mthe one who’s powerless when it comes to you. Why can’t you see that?”
He dips his head and kisses me, languidly and deep until my world tilts. When he finally pulls away I stare up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my lips tingling pleasantly.
“You’re wrong.” His whisper gliding over my mouth is like another kiss. “You’re willing to walk away from me and that’s something I don’t have the strength to do. I’ll never be rid of you,ribelle, even if I want to because I can’t let you go. So you see, you’re the one who has my will in your hands. It’s not something I wanted to give, but you took it all the same.”
“Tristano…I’m sorry.”
He smiles, but it’s not one from joy. It’s a tortured expression that turns my stomach. “What are you sorry for?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, but I feel as though an apology is necessary. You’re clearly miserable and somehow it’s my fault.” I pause for a moment, my mind scrambling to come up with a solution to make this situation better. “Maybe if we have sex you’ll feel better?”
He laughs quietly. But his amusement dies when I reach down to grab his cock and fit it inside me. I grab his shoulders and slowly sink onto his length, and the more he fills me, the more heated his gaze becomes. When we are completely joined and the feeling of fullness gives way to arousal, I begin to move.
I take him into me again and again, stoking the lust that burns between us. It builds, becoming an inferno of passion, but also one of love and surrender as I give myself to him, holding nothing back. He takes it all and then gives it back, thrusting into my body like he can’t get enough.
Tristano grabs the back of my neck and slams his mouth to mine. Our lips and teeth clash as he continues to savagely fuck me with both his tongue and his cock. He doesn’t restrain himself in any way and all I can do is hold onto him.
“Don’t let go,” he rasps.
The command has nothing to do with us physically and everything to do with us emotionally. He doesn’t want me to leave him.
My heart senses the desperation and vulnerability in his voice, and it beats even harder with love for him. “Never.”
He surges into me with thrusts more fierce than before and it flings me into nirvana. I come with the force of a wildfire and the intensity of it scorches me everywhere, claiming every inch of my skin. I burn in rapture until I’m like the ashes left behind from a great inferno, light, airy and floating away.
Tristano follows me into bliss with a groan. Then he murmurs unintelligible things into my ear that could be nothing more than disjointed utterances…or whispered sweet nothings and declarations of love.
When the pleasure ebbs and our breathing is steady, he pulls back to stare at me. I give him a small smile and curl a lock of his hair around my finger.
“What is it?”
