I gripped him even harder, trying not to surrender, but my body was obeying his even though he wasn’t speaking the order. I was like a wild woman as I rode his face, all my inhibitions free.
“Gaungit!” I cried out. It sounded like a foreign word, but it was a cry of delicious defeat.
Before I recovered, he had me facing the window, looking out over the city, as he grabbed my hair and turned my head away from it some, so he could see my eyes.
I was about to beg for a break. Fire still rushed through my veins, heating my body, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle another go round. My clit was tingling like a bell that couldn’t stop ringing.
“I don’t think I can—”
“You can.” He pulled at my hair as he rubbed my entrance with his swollen cock. “You can take all of me.” He leaned in some and breathed hotly in my ear, “You are so fucking wet for me. I can still taste you on my tongue. I am starving to drink you in again.”
We both groaned when he entered me some. My hands went to the window, palms facing out, but the entire world was nothing but a blur.
All I could feel was him between my legs. All I could feel was him conquering and loving my spirit.
He growled, low in his throat, and my eyes slowly opened some. A man had stopped, talking on his phone, and he was gazing up. He couldn’t see, but it was setting Nazzareno off.
He squeezed my behind as he pushed in even deeper, and I had to steady my breathing.
“No one touches what is mine,” he growled out. “I will kill for this. For you. Tell me you understand me.”
“I do. Ah!” He squeezed so hard, and at the same time, rammed himself inside in a thrust that sent me reaching for steady ground, even though I had barely moved. “I DO!” I screamed out.
“I am the only man you depend on. You need blood. I will give it to you. You need a kidney. Mine is yours. You need a heart. You already have a spare, the same as my rib.” He thrust inside me again. “I am the only man this body and what is inside of it belongs to.”
“YOU ARE!”
He growled again, but when I peeked to look, the man on the pavement was gone. It was a noise made from triumph, like his scent alone had made the man move away from me.
My hands curled against the glass because there were no sharp shards to hold on to.
“You will come to me now.” He thrust inside of me so hard, I cried out, the glass fogging from my desperate breath. The way he was positioned behind me, and his hips…they were pumping upward, hitting a spot that was about to send me flying from this height and soaring across the sky.
Then I did what he ordered me to.
I came to him.
Around him.
And he came inside of me, another growl vibrating low in his throat.
It took me a few minutes to notice, but my palms had slipped, even if my feet were steady on the floor. My thighs trembled, my knees knocked, my heart raced, and my lungs burned. Mycucchiahad turned into another pulse. It still throbbed, and if he even tried breathing on it, it wouldn’t be able to recover.
Nazzareno’s arm came around me even tighter, pulling my body against his. He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, and I moaned—that small act had set me off again.
“Talk to me, my beautiful bird.”
I couldn’t. He had to give me a second.
He lifted me off my feet, carrying me to the bed. I plopped over. He slipped his pants back on, picked me up again, and with a dramatic rush, charged toward the other room. The women all stopped what they were doing and stared at us. He set me down on a chair and moved in the other direction with a focus I couldn’t keep up with.
A few seconds later, he had a straw to my lips, urging me to drink cool milk. My eyes lowered, before they rose to meet his.
“Bene.” His deep voice was like sandpaper grating against my already sensitive nerves, and I shivered.
“Molto bene,” I whispered.
I wasn’t feeling faint because of not eating. I was feeling faint because of him.
