It was like he could feel my pulse. How erratic it had become. He pulled on my hair even harder, forcing me to open my eyes and meet his again. They had closed without my consent, blocking him out.
“Breathe,Rosalia, breathe.”
He was buried to the hilt, probably bruising my uterus, but when he started to move slower, all the way out and all the way in, my body adjusted. The lingering pain faded into a pleasure that was close to torture. A delicious ache that consumed me. The continual striking of a match, sparks, until it catches and burns.
Quiet, breathless noises left my mouth that I was unable to control.
As his tempo picked up, so did the noises.
He started fucking me so hard that I wondered if I was going to be able to stay upright and not slip. Because the way he fucked me, like an animal who hadn’t had this pleasure his entire life, was making my entire world tilt off its axis as it burned.
Our eyes were still connected—every time I tried to close them, he pulled on my hair—and both of us were gazing at the other with half-lidded stares. It was the most exotic thing I’d ever experienced. It made me feel like he was trying to go deeper than what stood between us.
Flesh, blood, and bone.
It made me feel like in that moment I was his entire world, and shutting him out would stop the air he breathed.
“Fuck,” he said, and for a second his eyes closed before they opened with an even hotter fire burning in their depths.
He switched our positions a little, pulling me away from the wall some, and deeper onto him.
This time, he hit something inside of me that made my eyes roll back in my head, and noises that were utterly and completely insane left my mouth as he fucked me senseless.
What was he doing to me?
That spot.
It was making me wild. So wild that the need to touch him, to claw him, to bite and suck on him, was almost making me feel insane with want.
It was so good that I almost wanted to cry. Maybe I was. Every once in a while, cool streaks ran down my overheated face, but I was too far gone to even care. It was a degree above hell in here, and steadily rising, with the way our bodies moved against each other. The slap of skin against skin was louder than the music.
“I can’t—” my voice sounded garbled—so full of pleasure but also frustrated. I couldn’t hold back, but holding back was all I wanted to do. I needed to hold on to this moment for as long as I could.
It felt so, so fucking good.
He pounded into me even harder, so hard that droplets of water flew from the momentum of our bodies. One more hit, and everything inside of me went up in flames, except for the rush of pleasure, sending me into an orgasm that had me almost falling into the wall. I wasn’t sure if it was even possible, but it didn’t feel like one—not like before.
It felt like seven in one.
It, or they, lingered as Aniello grunted from behind me, pouring himself inside of me. Even more than my orgasm, his gave me even more pleasure. In that moment, his body had submitted to mine.
As pathetic as it sounds, it made me feel powerful.
He knew as well as I did the consequences of our actions. He had done it anyway.
So had I.
That meant that we had both broken our oaths in the eyes of this establishment.
That only meant one thing if we got caught.
Death.
If that was the truth, though—why did I feel so alive?
* * *
I neededa minute to catch my breath. To calm my heart. My entire body still trembled from the rush of…everything.
