His proximity was reminding me that my thighs were sore, and so was my coochie. Suddenly, my skin felt cold and hot at the same time. All this because my bones had memorized the feel of him moving inside of me, but my flesh was hungry for it.
His finger curled and he slid his knuckle down my shoulder, around my breast, until he started to caress my nipple.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Just the tip.
My eyes closed and I breathed out. They flew open when he twisted the stiff peak, and they met his in an ecstasy-filled stare. “Tell me, my little birdie,” he said in a grated whisper as his curled finger moved even lower, “does mycucchia,mysweet berry, prefer the feel of a toy or your man.”
When he’d said mycucchia,hissweet berry, he’d made it to my coochie. His bent finger straightened, and he started to caress me between the legs. He slid it deep inside of me, dragging it up, sliding it back inside.
I gripped his shoulders, my body moving in to his, convulsing at the sheer pleasure flooding my veins.
His mouth came to my ear, and his breath was warm and soft when he said, “What did I tell you about the difference between boys and men, ah? Men do not need toys; those are for boys. I have erased every memory, every future thought, of any other man. I will do the same to this fucking toy.” He snapped his teeth close to my ear on the wordtoy.
My body convulsed again, this time harder, and his low laughter as he pulled away was dark. I blinked up at him, and his laughter matched his eyes.
They were dilated, pushing all the green out, making him seem as dangerous as his laughter.
Oh shit.
I placed my hand against his heart, and instead of the beat of a tender lover, it was the beat of a bloodthirsty lion about to give chase.
I’d read once that a lion could clear a football field in six seconds when on the hunt. I pushed against my lion’s chest and took off, hoping for a ten-second start.
He caught me around the waist with an arm before I could even get out of the room.
“Nazzareno,” I breathed, my nails sinking into his arm.
His nose nuzzled my neck, and he bit at it. “You cannot escape me, my little birdie. No matter how high you fly. We both know the beast inside of me was created with wings to catch you. I will always bring you back to me.”
As he carried me over to the bed, my nails sunk deeper into his arms, but it was only turning him on. His animal-sized cock was pressing into my ass, and I moaned.
“So fucking responsive to me,” he said, and I could tell it pleased him.
He set me down on the bed and ordered me on my knees. He knelt behind me, and turning my face toward his, plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. His left arm snaked around my chest, his fingers barely brushing my nipple.
When I started pushing against him, wanting him inside of me,wherever, willing to beg for it, plead for it, he placed the rose between my legs and turned it on. It made a sucking motion, and I was already starting to buck into it while he was devouring the moans from my mouth.
Later, I’d realize just how fucking skilled he was. What he was doing to my nipple, the soft brush, while the rose sucked against my center…he was an assassin in the bedroom. But in the moment, my body was being flooded by sensations, wiping clean any thoughts except…more, so fucking good, more please.
Our tongues lingered as I broke the kiss. He licked me from the corner of my lip to my ear, swirling his tongue over the shape of it, before he whispered, “Does my woman like thistoy,” there was that snap again, “sucking onmycucchia?”
“Yes,” I rasped out.
I made a garbled noise when he entered me from behind in a thrust so hard, he had to keep me in place with his arm around my chest.
“AH!” I screamed out. He hit my uterus. Maybe rearranged it. It was burning like a bitch, but the burning seemed to melt straight into the insane pleasure, heightening my body’s reaction.
A numb body suddenly starting to feel everything.
He took me by the hair, twisting it around his fist, while keeping the rose pressed close, so close, it felt like mycucchiawas overflowing with blood too fast. A pulse throbbed from the front and within, and they were about to clash and combust.
He started to fuck me like an animal.
The grunts. The growls. The…intensity. I could feel every stroke of him gliding against my sensitive walls, and with the sucking…it was…
