Marcella grinned. "Probably not."
He lifted Marcella's leg and kissed the tattoo on her ankle of the roses and small skulls, like he had been fantasizing every time he saw it.
The man in him suddenly came to the forefront, and he paused. "I just realized I don't have any condoms. That's no problem. I will just go back to licking you until you pass out."
Marcella's cheeks turned pink, the blush spreading between her gorgeous, large breasts. "Cosimo, I can't have children, and I am clean. I haven't had sex in... Well, let's just say an embarrassingly long time."
"That's nothing to be embarrassed about. I haven't either," Cosimo admitted, lowering her leg as he moved his hands over her thighs. She was so curved and soft everywhere, it was maddening.
"Then I don't see a problem," Marcella said, her legs tightening around his hips. "Except that you aren't in me already."
Cosimo leaned down to kiss her soft belly, up between her breasts, before giving both of them the attention they deserved. He left small suck marks in his wake, loving the thought of her seeing them for the next few days and remembering how they got there.
"Please, you're killing me," Marcella gasped.
Cosimo hummed against her skin, brushing his lips over her collarbone to the fluttering pulse of her neck. "I'm just enjoying myself too much. I don't know if you will ever let me touch you again after tonight, so I have to make the most of it."
"Don't hurt me, and I'll let you touch me as much as you like," she replied.
Cosimo heard the hitch in her voice, the flash of uncertainty. He lifted his head so he could look into her bewitching eyes.
"I will always do everything in my power to make sure you are never hurt again,tesoro. I know you can't trust that I meanit right now, but give me a chance to prove it. Don't shut me out because you're scared." He kissed her as tenderly as his dragon side would allow. "I'm scared of this too. I just can't pretend I don't want you anymore. The fear will just have to find a way to live with the want."
Marcella's hands slid into his hair, her eyes flashing with lust and power. "Show me how much you want me, Cosimo. I want you to fuck the fear straight out of my body."
Cosimo would never be able to deny her a thing. He stroked the precum over his cock, loving how her eyes watched him touch himself. He had been leaking steadily since he first kissed her, and he could still see how wet and ready she was for him.
"You are intimidatingly big," she said with a slight grin that made him even harder.
"A good thing I've prepared you to take me. You only need to say the word, and I'll go back to preparing you some more," he said, voice dropping to a promising growl. "I love watching you writhe and gasp every time I hit just the right place. You are so fucking responsive, it's addicting."
It was further proof that her fuckwit ex had been lying about her being cold in bed. Not that Cosimo had believed him. He always found that when insecure men claimed such things about a woman, it was because they hadn't bothered to learn what she liked and how to give it to her. Every time men complained about it, it was a neon sign declaring that they were the ones who were shit in bed.
Marcella's hand went to Cosimo's dick, and the feel of her fingers around him made him groan. "I need you to stop playing and fuck me like you promised."
He needed to be inside of her, but he could have come right then, all over her perfect breasts. He wanted to mark her up on every way, get his scent so deep in her skin, everyone would know she was his.
"Show me where you want me then," he couldn't resist teasing.
Marcella guided him to her wet pussy and rubbed the head of his dick over her clit, covering him with her slippery arousal before pressing him to her hole.
Cosimo's dominant side kicked in, and he grabbed her hands and held them down on either side of her face. She stared up at him, the intensity of her gaze tearing him open. Cosimo slid the tip inside of her in a gentle thrust. Marcella's eyes fluttered closed, and he nipped her bottom lip.
"No," he growled. "Eyes open and on me."
Marcella whimpered but obeyed. He didn't want to frighten her with the dragon shining through, but he couldn't stop. She needed to see that all of him wanted her. Every part of her. And he would have it.
Cosimo was sweating, trying not to come as her tight pussy gripped him hard. "Dark gods, you feel so good."
"More. You won't break me," she urged, her thighs tightening as she tried to thrust up on him.
"You don't know that. I'm trying my best not to hurt you,tesoro. The dragon wants to just take and take and take," Cosimo replied through gritted teeth.
He pressed in further, kissing her little moans. She was going to drive him insane with every sound she made. He loosened his grip on her hands for a moment, and she broke free, grabbed his hips, and pulled him into her in one mind-breaking thrust. They both cried out as they collided, and Cosimo fought to catch his breath.
"You naughty little thing," he said, dragging his teeth down her throat. Her long red nails dug into his ass, holding him inside of her.
"See? I told you I wouldn't break," she replied with a triumphant gleam in her eyes.
