I whimper, staring up at him, not understanding what’s happening, just knowing that I want it. “Yes.”
A smile curls his lips. “I don’t need you in virginal white lingerie.” His large, scarred hand grips the bodice of my strapless gown. The sound of the silk fabric ripping fills the room, followed by my jerky gasp.
My breasts spring free, having only been held up by the dress. Another rip fills the room as he completely destroys the beautiful dress, and it slides over my hips and down my legs.
“Tommaso,” I half-gasp, half-moan.
He lifts me out of the ruined dress pooling at my feet and lays me on the bed. His gentle movements are a complete contradiction to his actions only moments before.
That unhinged look of losing control darkens his eyes as he gazes down at me. “Stunning. You’re so fucking beautiful. The exquisite creature, the goddess of light, that an unworthy mere mortal like me gets to claim.”
“Please,” I whisper. “Claim me, Tommaso. I want to be your queen.”
That dark look in his eyes intensifies. “You don’t know what you’re giving me. What you’re offering, or what I’m taking.” Before I can ask questions, he smiles, which only intensifies his look of darkness. “But you’re mine now, Gina Santoro. And no one can take you away from me. Not even you yourself.”
He’s between my legs before I can blink. My feet, still in my heels, propped up on the bed, and my panties pulled to the side, his mouth devouring me and his tongue pushing into me.
I cry out, threading my fingers through his hair, my back bowing at the ferocity of his onslaught.
First his tongue, then his finger pushes into me with a steady rhythm, but I need it to be his rigid, hard length. I don’t want to wait anymore. It feels like something is hanging over me, like a threat, and Ineedhim to take my virginity, to fill me with his cum. With his seed.
“Tommaso, please,” I cry, pulling on his hair.
His response is to add another finger, and he scissors them while sucking on my clit. Tremors start within my core and ripple outward until it feels like they’re filling my entire body, making even my legs and arms shake.
He pushes a third finger inside me, and I know he’s trying to stretch me, to prepare me for what’s to come.
“Tommaso,” I whimper, arching my back and twisting my head back and forth.
“I want you to come.” I feel the rumble as he growls against me. “Taking your virginity will hurt, and you may not be able to come on my cock.” My sex clenches hearing that word coming from him. “I’ll still make sure you’re taken care of, though,” he promises. “So while I prepare your perfect pussy for my throbbing cock, I want you to come.”
Of course, I can’t come on demand, just because he gave an order, but with the things he’s doing to me, seeming to know how to play and pleasure my body, I’m soon on the edge.
He thrusts his fingers in me, almost ruthlessly, and when he bites my clit, I levitate.
“Oh my god,” I cry as my entire body goes rigid. Then my voice breaks on a guttural moan as I come undone, grinding shamelessly against his face as I come and come.
“Only my name will be on your lips as you come, wife,” he growls.
Opening my heavy-lidded eyes, I see that he’s standing, his suit jacket discarded, his hair tousled from me gripping it. His crystal-blue eyes are pure fire as he stares down at me.
He doesn’t undo his shirt. Like my dress, he rips it and shrugs it off, revealing his broad, powerful body. His pants are next, then finally his boxers, and I sit up in panic, scooting back on the bed, when I finally see what he’s been hiding under his boxer briefs.
It’s a goddamn weapon.
No wonder he was trying to stretch me to prepare me to take him.
He smirks as he kneels on the bed. Gripping my lower leg, he lifts it and presses the gentlest of kisses to the inside of my ankle. Then he yanks me toward him, and I squeak in shock.
Settling between my thighs, he rests his weight on his elbows and kisses me slowly but deeply. Then, he presses a kiss to my neck over my thundering pulse. “You’ll take every inch of me because you were made for me.” Another kiss along my jaw. “You’ll take every inch of meandevery drop of my cum.” He kisses my mouth. “My queen.”
When his rigid erection presses against my entrance, I don’t panic; I yield. Wanting nothing more than him. Him, and the future he promises.
“Fill me with your cum. Give me your babies and everything you promised,il mio re.”
He pulls one of my legs up around his waist, and my other one follows naturally. “Dig the heels of your shoes into me, Gina.” His dark look is consuming as he hovers above me. “Make me hurt because I don’t deserve you.”
He kisses me intensely, taking all my words and thoughts away until there’s only him. He’s the center of my world, of my universe, and I need him in ways I cannot explain.
