“Ah,” I breathed out, like the fog had cleared and his secret was exposed. “He’s human.”
“Only when I bleed,” he said, and then, releasing the tight hold on my hair, he ripped the dress from my body.
I had to untangle myself from whatever was left, and it fell to the floor without a sound. I shimmied out of the underwear right after. They were almost stuck to me like a second skin.
His eyes were greedy as he took in my body slowly, from my eyes to my bare feet. The candles burning through the thick steam wavered, and it seemed like the flames were burning in the depths of his eyes.
Any woman in her right mind would stop this. But maybe the missing part of my mind was the right side. The side where common sense resided. Because if this was wrong, I didn’t want the right side to hold up a neon sign reminding me of the dangers up ahead.
Everything about this… about him…
“Yes,” I moaned when he reached out again, pulling my body close to his, and he started to suck a path down my neck, my chest…
A soft sound escaped my lips when he took my nipple in his mouth, sucking. Then I hissed out a breath when he bit down and pulled. It wasn’t enough to truly hurt me, but enough that my lower stomach clenched.
My breasts felt heavy, so sensitive that even the humid air felt exotic against my skin, and that ache seemed to be concentrated between my legs. I was soaked all over. Sweat dripped from my body in rushing lines that he licked as his hands explored—sometimes in caresses so soft that my breath came out in soft pants, and sometimes in touches so rough that I had to bite down on my lip to stop from screaming out.
It was a delicious push and pull of pleasure and pain.
It felt like a miracle to finally feel something other than hurt.
I sucked in a deep breath when his mouth started to kiss a trail even lower, and past my navel, he fell to his knees in front of me. He ran his hands up my slick legs, urging me to open up to him. He set one of my legs over his shoulder, and I was totally exposed.
All the secrets that were mine alone were his. Nothing hidden between his body and mine.
When his tongue touched my overly sensitive skin, and his finger entered me at the same time, what felt like pure magic started to creep from my toes and explode inside of my head. All my weight fell against the wall from the power of pure ecstasy.
My hands fisted into his hair. The sounds of my pleasure reverberated around the bathroom. Then an orgasm to end all orgasms tore through me, violent and beautiful in its intensity, and explosions went off behind my eyes.
A second later, my eyes opened to find him standing in front of me, a hazy cloud of steam surrounding him, cock in hand, stroking it. One long, slow stroke revealed a smear of blood, but I wasn’t sure where it had come from. There was no time to ask. He came in again, kissing me, a salty but sweet flavor on his tongue.
The kiss was insatiable. Our tongues became even rougher, deeper, and when my eyes closed, I was so lost. To this. To him.
This wasn’t enough. The touches weren’t enough.
I wanted him inside of me, buried so deep that he became one of my most valuable and vulnerable secrets that no one could ever steal from me. I wanted him to become so permanent that if my memories were ever lost again, some part of me would automatically lead me back to him.
He broke the kiss, and I whimpered from the loss.
The look that came over his face when I did, like he was almost in pain from the wanting, the burning, made the same noise come out of my mouth again. It was the second time that his iron mask had slipped, and a glimpse of a human man had appeared.
It faded not even a second later.
His hands were rough as he turned me to face the wall.
“Steady yourself,” he said, his voice strained.
I wasn’t sure if I could. Not entirely. Not only were the walls and floors slick, coated with moisture, but so were our bodies. My hair was soaked, sticking to my skin in long black ribbons. I could feel droplets running down and dripping to the floor in streams.
He took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking at him from the side of my eye. Then I felt the tip of him at my entrance, and my breath caught as he slowly entered me from behind.
I needed to close my eyes, to shut out some of the overwhelming rush, but the look in his eyes had me in a trance. I couldn’t close him out. I refused to lose this moment with him. If I were going to be lost, I demanded to be lost with him.
“Ah!” I screamed out when his hips slammed into me. He was buried so deep inside of me that it stole the breath from my lungs.
I couldn’t breathe. I had been wrong. So wrong. He wastoobig.
“Breathe,” he said in Italian, his voice gruff.
