"Not yet, amore mio," I murmur, pulling away. "I want to taste you."
I kiss my way down her body, my tongue trailing over her skin. I push her skirt up, exposing her to my hungry gaze. She's perfect, pink and glistening, and I can't wait any longer.
I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue delving into her depths. She tastes divine, sweet and salty, and I lap at her greedily. I focus on her clit, sucking and licking, driving her higher and higher.
Her hands fist in my hair, her thighs clamping around my head. "Damiano!" she cries, her voice raw with pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
I redouble my efforts, determined to make her come undone. I slide two fingers inside her, pumping them in time with my tongue. She's so tight, so hot, and I can feel her fluttering around me.
"That's it," I encourage her, my words muffled against her flesh. "Let go. Come for me."
With a keening moan, she does, her body convulsing, her juices flooding my mouth. I drink her in, prolonging her pleasure, until she collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
I crawl up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
"I need you inside me," she whispers, her eyes blazing with desire. "Now."
I don't need to be told twice. I free my aching cock,rubbing the head through her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She whimpers, her hips lifting, seeking more.
Slowly, I push inside her, inch by delicious inch. She's so tight, so hot, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then and there. When I'm fully seated, I pause, savoring the feeling of her around me.
"Damiano," she breathes, her voice trembling. "You feel so good."
I begin to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound mingling with our moans and the slap of skin on skin. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, feeling her pulse flutter against my lips.
She meets me thrust for thrust, her nails raking down my back, her teeth sinking into my shoulder. The pain only heightens my pleasure, driving me wild.
"Cum with me," I growl, my voice strained. "I want to feel you come apart around me."
She nods, her eyes squeezing shut, her body tensing. I can feel her tightening, her walls fluttering around me, and I know she's close.
"That's it," I pant, my hips snapping against hers. "Come for me. Now."
With a scream, she does, her body shuddering, her nails digging into my shoulders. I follow a second later, my vision whiting out, my cock pulsing inside her as I spill myself deep within her.
We collapse together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and racing hearts. I gather her into my arms, holding her close, savoring the feeling of her against me.
"I love you," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "My lupacchiotta."
"I love you too," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "My Damiano."
We lay there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow, the world narrowed down to just the two of us. But even as I hold her, I can't shake the feeling that this is just the beginning.
That our love, our passion, is just the first step in a long, dangerous journey. A journey that will test us, challenge us, push us to our limits.
But whatever comes, I know one thing for certain. Zoe is my future, my destiny. And I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe, to make her mine.
Forever.
I hold Zoe against my chest, our heartbeats slowly returning to normal.
"I have to go," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Zoe shifts in my arms, looking up at me with those green eyes that see too much. "Now? It's late."
I brush my thumb across her cheekbone. "There's something I need to take care of."
Understanding darkens her gaze. She knows exactly what—or rather who—I'm going to deal with. The men who hurt Lucrezia. The men who touched what was mine.
