I bring one shaking hand between my legs and trace my slit, gathering wetness, fingers bumping Alessandro’s shaft as he continues to drive into me.
I slick my clit and circle it with quick, firm strokes that makes me gasp.
“That’s it,” Alessandro whispers. “You’re about to come. I can feel your pussy fluttering around my cock. Are you going to scream for me? Bring down this whole hotel with your cries? Come on.”
My eyes slam shut, mouth falling open on a silent scream as I fracture, my whole body freezing save for the way I clench around Alessandro as if I can keep him inside me forever.
Alessandro’s fingers press above the jut of my hipbones, his thrusts quicker, each accompanied by a growl.
With each thrust, his cock nudges that spot inside of me that makes me see stars, prolonging my pleasure.
I clutch his forearms, head lolling back against his shoulder as I come down from one climax to crest the wave of another. Inevercame twice, not like this. “Alessandro.”
He presses his face against my neck, laughing breathlessly. “One more. Come on. You can do it for me.”
My nails bite into his arms, leaving little crescent moons against his skin as my pussy clenches around his cock, pleasure ripping through me so fierce that my vision spots.
Alessandro slams into me once, twice, and with a growl follows me over the edge, coming so hard I can feel his cock twitch as he clamps his teeth around my shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to undoubtedly leave a mark.
My breath slows and so does his, and I melt back into his arms, all soft, lazy limbs in the aftermath of that holy-fuck-amazing sex.
Alessandro trails kisses down my neck, open mouthed-against the curve of my shoulder, his tongue slipping out to lick the bruise he left behind.
Another moment passes, neither of us speaking words.
His cock softens, sliding out of me which makes me moan slightly. Alessandro huffs out a laugh and slides his hand between my legs to feel the slickness.
“Feels to me like you could go again,” he murmurs into my skin.
I grin, craning my head to look at him. “I could be persuaded.”
With a wicked smile, Alessandro captures my lips in a heated kiss and soon I even forget my name.
Tonight, there are no boundaries, no careful distance, no pretending that we’re anything other than what we are.
Two people who’ve found something real and dangerous and absolutely consuming in each other.
Tonight, I stop being Giuseppe’s daughter or Matteo’s heir or the DeLuca princess.
Tonight, I’m just Bianca, and he’s just Alessandro, and nothing else matters except the way we fit together like we were made for this moment.
12
ALESSANDRO
The memory of Bianca’s skin against mine haunts every quiet moment.
I’m sitting in my office reviewing territory reports, but the numbers blur on the page as my mind drifts back to that night in her hotel suite.
The way she felt wrapped around me, the sounds she made when I touched her, the way she looked at me afterward.
Christ, I can still taste her on my tongue.
Still feel the way she shattered when I made her come, still hear that breathless way she said my name when I was buried deep inside her.
It’s been three days, and the memory burns through me like a brand.
I should regret it. I should feel guilty about taking advantage of her emotional vulnerability, about crossing lines that can never be uncrossed.
