“In that case…” He lowers his head again and resumes his exquisite torment.
Damn.
I can’t take any more.
I need him.
Pride finally loses the battle, and I have no choice but to surrender.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, voice breaking.“I need you inside me.”
“Beg.”
I do.
“The pleasure will be ours.”Very deliberately, he rises over me, and his cock nudges my entrance.
His thick cockhead presses against my slick folds, pausing there so I feel every inch of what’s coming.
Slowly, with me wiggling beneath him, he begins to move.
Then suddenly he freezes.“You’re a virgin.”
It isn’t a question.He feels the resistance, sees the truth in my widened eyes.Shock flickers across his face, quickly banked.
“Damn it, Valentina.”
“Get it over with.”Though my mouth says the words, my body longs for much more: his possession.
“Hear me clearly.I will be your first.Your last.Your only.Do you understand?”
“Moretti—”
Ruthlessly he goes on.“You will never be on birth control.You will carry my child.You will never leave me.”
The words should terrify me.Instead, they sink into the molten heat between my legs and make me clench around nothing.
He captures a breast and strokes the tip, back and forth, bringing me to full arousal again.“Tell me you want this.”
I might die if he doesn’t take me.
“Damn you, Valentina.”His words are guttural, forced.“I need to hear you say it.”
Damn him in return.I want what he’s withholding.“Yes.Fuck me, Moretti.”
He eases forward—one gentle, relentless inch at a time.
The stretch burns, exquisite and overwhelming.
Can I do this?
A broken sound tears from my throat.
He pulls back a little, giving me some breathing room, but suddenly I don’t want that.
“That’s it.”
As he presses forward again, my inner walls flutter around him, greedy despite everything.
