His hand tightened on her hip before dragging her ass back to the edge of the table. Cosimo dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy without warning. Marcella bit back a scream as he moaned against her clit. His tongue was so hot and wet against her, she didn't think she could handle it.
"Fucking hell," he said, his voice going husky. "You taste even better than you smell,tesoro mio."
"Cosimo... I'm going to..." Marcella stammered, the pressure in her pussy building.
"You can come as much as you like, as long as it's on my face," he said and lowered his mouth back over her.
Marcella's thighs clenched around his head, spurring him to devour her harder. His tongue circled slowly while his fingers thrust faster and deeper, tearing a cry of his name from her lips as her first orgasm in far too long broke her apart.
Cosimo removed his fingers slowly. "Again," he commanded, his large hands closing around her ankles to lift them onto the edge of the table before spreading her wide. She felt too exposed, too aroused, too everything.
Cosimo's heavy palms held her thighs down so she couldn't close them. "I told you what was going to happen if you let me through your door,strega, and you did anyway, so you're going to take everything I'm going to give you."
"Mio Dio, salvami," was all she could whisper.
"God can't save you from me. Not tonight." Cosimo's grip didn't loosen as he spread her wider and licked her over her soaked hole.
Marcella was sure her soul was going to leave her body before the night was out. He didn't let her up for a second, making her squirm and groan as he explored every part of her.
She had never thought she was the type to let a man dominate her, but this was something else entirely. This wasn't a man trying to control her to take from her. This was a man controlling her togiveto her, and it was unlocking a wild thing inside of her she hadn't remembered existed.
"Fuck, Cosimo, I need you in me," she begged, her fingers gripping his hair, pulling it tight.
"I know what you need," he said, completely confident. "I think I know it better than you do right now."
Marcella wanted to give him some witty comeback, but her ability to speak ceased to exist when his tongue thrust into her pussy. "So sweet. So fucking wet. I could do this all night."
"Why did you have to have a dirty mouth on top of everything else?" she whimpered, feeling helpless against him.
"My mouth hasn't even begun to get dirty." Cosimo laughed softly, his breath on her oversensitive flesh making her squirm. "Keep these legs spread for me, or I'll stop."
"If you don't get inside of me, I'll…" she began. The air whooshed out of her body as he thrust two fingers inside of her.
"You'll what?" he growled, his eyes glowing. Another finger moved to stroke over her ass at the same time. Marcella couldn't breathe, couldn't think as he filled her there too. "That's what I thought. You can be in charge another night, but not tonight."
Cosimo lowered his head, his mouth burning hot against her clit as his fingers worked her. The ones in her pussy curled up, finding her G-spot and sending her screaming over the edge once more.
When Marcella came back to herself, her cheeks were wet with tears, and her body was shining with sweat. She was ruined, a complete mess, and so boneless she couldn't move.
Cosimo leaned over her and licked the tears off her cheeks. Marcella was breaking apart as she stared up into his impossiblepurple eyes. This man, looking at her like she was the centre of the universe, couldn't be real.
Cosimo brushed his lips over hers, a tantalizing, brief kiss, before he whispered, "Now, my beautiful Marcella, I'm really going to fuck you."
Marcella could only whimper as he dragged her off the table, lifted her up over one shoulder, and carried her toward the bed.
24
Cosimo was burning from the inside out. The dragon in him, all his pent-up desire that had been eating him alive since he first saw Marcella, was flooding from him, and he couldn't stop.
He could barely breathe when he looked at her bare, soft olive skin. Her taste on his tongue had driven him to the point of no return. There was no gentleness in him for a soft seduction. He had to have her. All of her.
Cosimo laid Marcella out on the bed, her hair like spilled ink on the white sheets. Her dark eyes were glittering with secrets and magic, and he wanted her to always look at him like that.
Cosimo took off his shoes and undid his belt. His skin was oversensitive, and it was a relief to free himself of his constricting clothes. Marcella studied him, eyes widening, and bit her lip.
"Mio Dio, the girls were right about dragons," she said with a surprised little gasp.
"Do I want to know what you have been gossiping about with my daughters?" Cosimo replied, cocking a brow.
