"Not yet, but you will by the time the night is through," he vowed, pulling free of her choking grip and slamming back into her until he hit his limit. The groan she made had her small victory slipping from her reach.
Cosimo grabbed a pillow, lifted her hips up, and stuck it under her ass to make up for their height difference. She was splayed out, just for him, and could do nothing except take everything he was going to give her.
"Fuck, look at you," he said, staring in wonder at her flushed skin, her kiss-bitten lips, the marks down her body left from his stubble and teeth. "You are so fucking beautiful, and I am going to make sure you know it every day."
He thrust back into her, mesmerized by the sight of her swollen pussy sucking him in. He gripped her hips hard and fucked her with all the pent-up lust and desire he had in him. He poured all his obsession into making her cry out with every stroke and thrust. He put his fingers to her lips, moaning her name when she sucked them into her mouth. She gripped his forearm and dragged his hand down to her clit.
"Touch me. I need more. I..." she begged, her eyes shining.
"You read my mind. Your grip on me is fucking killing me, but I need you to come on my dick first. I need to feel it," he panted, circling her clit with his soaked fingers. Her hands went up to hang onto the bars of the headboard, her large breasts bouncing.
Cosimo wasn't going to last much longer. She was too fucking gorgeous. Lost in her pleasure, she was even more stunning.
"That's it,tesoro. Let it out. Come for me," he purred, adding pressure on either side of clit. He pushed himself to her limit again before grinding against her in a slow circle. Her head went back, leashed magic sizzled in her aura, and she came with a strangled sob that shook her whole body.
Cosimo swore and held still as her inner walls squeezed and fluttered around him so quickly, he had to grip the base of his dick not to come with her. This one had to be about her. Only her. She needed to know what it was like to have her pleasure be a priority.
Marcella was whispering a litany in Italian under her breath as she dropped her arms. Cosimo grinned and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.
"I got you good, didn't I?" he teased.
Marcella huffed out a little laugh. "Don't look so pleased with yourself."
"Oh, I don't look half as pleased as you, mystrega," Cosimo said and kissed her. Her arms wound around his neck, deepening the kiss. She dragged her long nails down his back, making him hiss and his dick jump.
"Don't stop now when you are doing so well, magician." Marcella's mouth moved to his ear, her sharp teeth digging into his ear lobe. The last polite tether he had remaining snapped.
Cosimo pulled out of her and caught a flash of surprise on her pretty face before he flipped her over, gripped her gorgeous, full ass, and thrust back into her wet heat.
Marcella's cries were smothered by the mattress as Cosimo gave his dragon full rein. He grabbed her tangled mass of hair and held her pinned and submissive under him as he thrust harder and harder into her.
Magic was dancing through him, begging to be released, and it took every ounce of his control not to give in. The dragon was roaring something, but Cosimo was too lost in his own burning need to listen to it. He came with a shout of her name, his body and mind shattering.
Cosimo couldn't get enough air into his lungs, his heart beating so hard, he thought it would give out. He realized he was still pinning her roughly, and he quickly let her go, stroking herhair back from her face. Tears were leaking down her red cheeks. Fuck.
"Shit, are... I didn't mean to..." he stammered, dipping his head down to kiss her tears away.
"Didn't mean to what? Give me the hardest orgasm of my life?" she asked, and the knot of worry in him eased.
"There are tears," he said, kissing her cheek, her damp forehead.
"Of pleasure. I'll be okay. I just need a moment to come back to my body," she assured him.
Cosimo slid out of her, making them both hiss. "I'll be right back."
In the bathroom mirror, he looked like he had just fought with a hellcat. Marcella's nail marks were all over him, and he couldn't stop the smile of satisfaction on his face. He cleaned himself up, before he grabbed a hand towel, wet it with hot water, and walked back to the bed. He needed to make sure she was okay, that he hadn't hurt her.
Cosimo detoured to get some water out of the minibar and set the bottles down on the bedside table.
"My poor littlestregais all fucked out," he teased softly, rolling her over.
Marcella pushed the hair back from her face and stared up at him. "What are you doing?"
"Helping," he said and spread her thighs wider. The sight of her leaking his come made his dick try to rally. "Fuck."
The dragon part of him couldn't resist pushing some of it back into her, making her moan. He wanted part of him to be in her as long as possible. He shook himself out of it.
What the fuck was the matter with him?
