A declaration.
He ismine, this man, and they will not take him from me.
Stefan slips into that last piece of my heart, finds his place, solid and comforting. And it feelsright, that he belongs with us. My family.
Whole.
He matches my movements, our bodies shifting as he leans me back, his lips chasing mine. Our bodies brush together, hard and soft heat, and I drink down the breathless noise he makes as his hips shift beneath me. He tears his mouth away with a groan. “I’ve never—,”
His cheeks are flushed with desire, desire and something close to nervousness, his hands sliding down to grip my hips.
And my fuckingheart.
Mine, indeed.
I take his hands in mine, pushing his palms until they wrap around my breasts. He squeezes softly, kneading. “You’ve never been with anyone else?”
There’s no shame there. “Sei l'unico che abbia mai desiderato.”
You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.
And my lips curve up. “Just so you know, you’re doingverywell.”
His thumbs rub over my nipples, teasing them, rubbing them. And helaughs, a breathless, low sound that curls around us as our mouths meet again.
When the water is truly cold, he stands. His hands cup the cheeks of my ass, my arms around his neck as he grabs a towel and dries me with slow, caressing strokes before he walks us out into the bedroom.
Stefan lays me carefully on top of the bedding and follows me down, holding his weight on his elbows as his face hovers over mine. I stretch out like a true cat as his lips trace my neck, moving down. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He presses his lips carefully against my brand, my skin, apologies in every touch as he moves from bruise to bruise. Every scar, every mark, receives the same treatment as he moves down, my legs falling open to give him full access to every part of me. “More.”
“Yes.” He doesn’t pause as he pushes my folds apart, my head tipping back to stare at the ceiling as his fingers trace a line down my center that he follows with his tongue.
Hot, thick licks up my pussy, his tongue swirling over my clit, lips sucking as he loses himself in me. His fingers tangle with mine, my legs over his shoulders as I shudder and ride the wave of his mouth in a sharp, sudden burst of pleasure that tingles through my body as my back arches, his name on my lips. “Stefan—,”
He lifts his head, his mouth shining as he watches me come, watches like he’s desperate to know every part of me. It only stokes the flames higher. He strokes my skin, tracing over my sensitive clit before he slips a finger inside, testing.
But I shake my head, my body rising to meet his before I urge him down, swapping positions until he’s the one lying back, gasping as my mouth seals over the head of his cock and sucks.
“Fuck—,”
With his brows dipped, his eyes lidded, I can’t look away as I swirl my tongue over him. He bucks beneath me, hips rocking as he thrusts up and into my mouth.
He’s thick. Thick andwide, a promise that flutters in my stomach as I take him deeper, swallow him, his head brushing the back of my throat before sliding out with a wet pop.
I want to see what he looks like when he comes - if he’ll roar with pleasure, if he’ll lose control and fuck my mouth, holding my head against him. But I want him inside me more, and he moans as I shift forward to slide my gleaming, soaked pussy over him, my fingers wrapped around his cock as I guide him to my entrance.
Our eyes lock, his dark gaze creasing at the corners with sensation as I carefully sink down onto him, his cock stretching me, making me work despite the fluid that coats my fingers, my pussy as I swivel my hips to take him all the way down.
His rough, gasping breaths feel like music as he cradles my hips with his tattooed hands, his fingers digging into my skin. “Sei perfetta.”
I rock against him, leaning forward so my clit brushes against his heated skin with every stroke, my hands on either side of his head as I press my breasts down against his chest and ride him, slow and rhythmic.
Our mouths mirror the movement of our bodies, licking and sucking. Eventually, he coaxes me to let him take over. His armswrap around my back, my neck, holding me to him as I relax my thighs and let him thrust up into me, over and over again until my toes curl and my pussy clenches, holding him tight.
And when he comes, hot heat pumping into me, our release dripping between us, he calls my name as if it’s a prayer. “Caterina.”
I lay on top of him, catching my breath, both of us sweat soaked and sticky. His hand runs through my hair, gentle and soft, stroking in a caress as his lips linger on my forehead. He’s still inside me, softening but very much present as he shifts his hips.
