She bites her lip and looks over her shoulder as if that’s exactly what she’s trying to do. But I was rough with her earlier, and I have no intention of fucking her right now.
“You want more?” My hand drifts up to palm her breast.
She arches into me and nods, and I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her. I will never get enough of that scent.
I reach down between us and rub the head of my cock against her slick pussy, already soaking for me again.
“So fucking greedy, aren’t you,dolcezza?”
She freezes when that word slips from my mouth, and I almost regret it. When she glances back at me, there’s no hiding it.
The question lingered in her eyes the first time she saw the yacht I named for her. It feels like another lifetime when I used the endearment so freely. But I’m not going to explain it. She already knows I was never going to let her go. This should come as no surprise.
I slide my cock inside her, fingers digging into her hip as I draw in a ragged breath. It’s pure fucking agony being buried in her warmth without indulging my baser desires. But I’ll settle for delayed gratification. I already waited six years. What’s a few more hours?
“Angelo?”
“Don’t move,” I tell her. “I’m going to take care of you.”
She’s set to protest when I slip my fingers down between her thighs. Her body contracts around me as I stroke her clit, and despite my order, she can’t help herself.
She rocks against me, and it takes everything in me not to fuck her right now. But there are still a few things on her list I haven’t given her.
I get her off in record time, and when she comes around me, I grab a handful of her ass to keep her still.
“You aren’t going to come?” she pouts.
“No.” I smile against her. “Now go to sleep.”
“Oh,” she says softly, realizing I intend to stay inside her.
She makes no further protests as she settles deeper into my body and releases a contented little sigh.
“Angelo?”
“Hmm?”
She makes another whispered confession in the darkness. “I never wanted him.”
I know she’s not talking about the incident with Ares. But she doesn’t elaborate, and I don’t ask. I drape my arm over her waist again and close my eyes. Sleep doesn’t come, at least…not for me.
Abella drifts off into a peaceful slumber, her breath growing even as she takes shelter against my body.
I stay semi-erect in her as the hours tick by. When the morning sun begins to rise in the window, casting a warm glow over her face, I can’t hold back anymore.
I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, and she moans in her sleep. After I spend a few minutes taking my fill of her breast, I kiss my way up the column of her throat and start to thrust inside her.
Her body comes alive for me, drenching my cock in her arousal.
I mutter a curse under my breath. I’m not going to last. This is what I get for torturing myself for hours.
Abella whimpers, and her eyes begin to flutter as I grip her hip and fuck her harder.
“Angelo,” she breathes.
“I know.” I fumble my way to her clit and stroke her roughly. “You feel so good,cara mia. I need you to come for me.”
My voice is rough, edged with need, and Abella doesn’t hold back as she cries out, her pussy gushing over my cock.
