"Fuck, Cosimo," she gasped, her head banging back against the wall. Every warm, wet flick of his tongue was timed with a thrust of his finger until she couldn't think, couldn't breathe, everything reduced to sensation. She gripped her skirts, lifting them so she could tangle her fingers in his hair. Her body started to shake, but just as her orgasm was about to crash over her, Cosimo stopped.
"What? Why... I was so close," she complained, almost crying. Her hand moved to finish the job, but he caught it and bit the pads of her fingers.
"Mine," he growled in warning. His eyes shone with pure possession. "Strip. Now."
Marcella fumbled for the side zip of her dress, reckless need making her hands shake. Cosimo didn't look away from her as he shed his own clothes. He was hard, and Marcella wanted to drop to her knees and suck his perfect dick into her mouth.
She was about to when he caught her by the shoulders and lifted her up against the wall again.
"Later. Need to be in you too badly," Cosimo said, grinding his dick against her wet pussy, the pressure against her clit nearly sending her over the edge.
"Please, Cosimo..." she begged. Only he could make her feel so unhinged, so lost for words that she couldn't form proper sentences. He kissed her, the gentleness from before gone as his tongue slid into her mouth, his lips hard and demanding.
"I love you," he said between kisses and guided himself inside of her.
"Love..." she managed to breathe out before words turned into moans. Marcella's legs tightened around him, hands gripping his chest, bright nails looking like blood in the soft light.
Cosimo grabbed her wrists with one large hand, pinning them above her head, his other hand gripping her ass tight as he thrust deep into her. "Fuck, I've been thinking about being inside of you all day. You're so tight, so fucking perfect."
Marcella leaned forward to kiss his chest, her tongue licking over the soft hair, teeth scraping over one nipple. "Make me come,amore mio. I'm so close, I just need..." She tried to drag him closer to her, wanting the sweet grind of him against her clit.
Cosimo laughed softly and pulled free of her. Marcella snarled and bit him hard. "You bastard."
"That's it, mark me up, littlestrega. I want everyone to know that I belong to you," he said, ignoring her swearing and carrying her over to the bed.
He lowered her onto it, her ass on the edge, and slammed back into her, driving the air from her lungs. Marcella grabbed her breasts to keep them from bouncing with each snap of his hips.
"Play with those pretty breasts for me, Marcella," Cosimo commanded, his eyes never leaving her. Marcella did, squeezingthem hard the way she liked and turning her dark brown nipples red.
Sweat was making Cosimo's skin shine, his sculpted chest and stomach flexing in a way that made her want to lick and scratch him all over. She couldn't believe this gorgeous man loved her. She was losing herself in the glorious rhythm of him when he pulled out of her again, flipped her over.
"If you don't stop torturing me like this, I will..." she warned.
Cosimo's arm went around her waist, dragging her up so she was sitting on his knees, pinning her back to his chest and slamming his dick back into her. His other hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing slightly. He licked the sweat off her cheek.
"You'llwhat, witch?" he snarled softly. Marcella sobbed out another wordless sound as he pounded into her. "That's what I thought. You're going to let me do what I like to you because you know I'm going to make you feel so fucking good."
"Cosimo, please." She didn't think she could take much more. She put her hands up around his neck, needing something to hang onto as he made her whole body jerk with each deep stab of his cock.
"Gods, I love it when you beg for me." Cosimo buried his face in her neck, teeth scratching lightly on her shoulder. "I want you so much that it's never going to be enough. Everything about you is too damn perfect." The hand on her waist dropped to where they were joined. Cosimo slicked up his fingers over them. "You going to come with me? Grip me tight as I fill you up?"
"Y-Yes. Ruin me, Cosimo," Marcella stammered, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. Cosimo's palm went over her mound, the heat pressing down as he smeared wetness over her hot, oversensitive clit. She screamed, a wailing plea as she fell apart around him. Her magic thrummed and shivered, her insides melted, and her brain stopped.
"That's my girl," Cosimo snarled against her shoulder before he gripped her tight to him and shook as he came, gasping her name. Wetness dripped down her thighs, her breath coming in hard pants.
Cosimo slipped free of her, and she collapsed boneless onto her bed. She was a sweaty mess, the ceiling spinning softly as she tried to gather herself back into her body.
Cosimo's soft growl had her gaze dragging to where he was standing again. His eyes were glowing brightly and were fixed on where his come was leaking out of her. The possession on his face was so stark and primal, she shivered.
"I'm never going to tire of that sight," he said, not looking away. He pressed his come back inside before getting on his knees to lick her clean.
Marcella's hands gripped his hair, nearly coming out of her skin as his tongue gently soothed her swollen flesh.
"Oh, fuck, too much," she whimpered, and he moved from her pussy to lick the insides of her thighs.
Cosimo kissed her knee, the ticklish spot making her squirm. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"
"No, I just... I'm not sure if I'm still alive right now," Marcella admitted with a breathless laugh. "So much for packing."
