A bite of pain made me tense. The rush of sensation was overwhelming. There was so much pleasure, stimulated from every place.
“More,” I ground out.
He chuckled darkly. “Tell me, Amanda. Has any man touched this?”
I shook my head as he slid another inch deeper. “No! No one.”
“Do you know what that means?” Another torturously slow inch. The burn was exquisite.
“I know.”It’s yours.
His fingers dug into my hips, and he shoved his cock all the way in. His name was a wordless sob, choking and sticking in my throat.
Behind me, Vincenzo shuddered. “Mine.”
My head bobbed before I could stop it.
Vincenzo groaned. That sound was euphoric. Full of desire and primal satisfaction. I wanted to capture it, replay it in the dead of night. Since I couldn’t keep him, I memorized the notes.
“Are you ready to beg?” His hot breath fluttered over my ear.
I nodded. “Yes.”
That one word was broken. Stuttered. A surrender.
His lips peppered my skin, and he moved ever so slightly. “You want me to fuck you? To take this tight little ass and make it mine?”
“Yes.Please,” I whimpered.
“Hard?”
My body shook. Cold dripped from the ice in my pussy. My core ached. “Do it.”
He pulled back and thrust into me. Each movement was ruthless, just as he promised. There was no forgiveness to be found here. Ragged sounds came from deep inside me. Sobs and whimpers, mewling and full of desperation.
I begged him not to stop.
He rubbed my clit, and I squeezed to keep the ice buried inside. The sharp snap of his hips slapping against me said he wouldn’t. I didn’t mind the sting. I welcomed the intrusion eagerly.
A raw confession fell from his lips. “You’re blindfolded and tied up, yet somehow you’re the one unraveling me.”
I moaned as his cock pumped in and out. Fevered strings of pleasure raced through me. And then, as his grip tightened around my hips, as he drove into me, a request tumbled out of me.
“Please, let me come.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he panted. His fingers quickened against my aching clit. “Yes, fiore mio, you may come. Come for me.”
It was the permission. The part I didn’t want to admit I needed. It sent me tumbling into the abyss.
Vincenzo grunted and fucked me harder. Fevered strokes as he raced to his release.
The muscles of my core convulsed. “Enzo!O, dio mio, Enzo!”
Strings of Italian screamed through the room. What I said in that old, beautiful language didn’t matter. Pleas. Expletives. Intercessions and cries for mercy. The orgasm rocked me. I was helpless in the storm. Tumbling and spiraling. He sank his teeth into the curve of my neck, biting hard where the muscles of my shoulder started. His body jerked. A muffled bellow vibrated against my skin. If I was drowning in the release, I took him with me. One more merciless thrust, and he stilled. Deep inside, his cock twitched, emptying in me.
We stood there, locked together, both shaking hard. Our ragged breaths pulsed around us.
Slowly, he released his hold on my shoulder, kissing the place he’d bitten. “Are you alright, my beautiful girl?”
