She went for his mouth. She licked and laved at his lips, nipped and bit, stroked her tongue against his until his hands wandered away from her hips to cup her breasts. He cupped and played with them, the tips of his fingers flicking against her nipples.
He groaned as she pushed up to her knees, took him in her hand and dipped the head of his shaft inside. One inch, then two. She hissed as even that stretched her impossibly. The burn of it made his kiss that much keener, sweeter.
With one downward thrust, she impaled herself on him. His hips thrust up instinctively, as though he couldn’t stop himself. Which meant he stroked into her fluttering channel in one hard thrust, until he was lodged all the way in.
His palm on her shoulder held her down from jerking away. He went so deep that Sam wondered if he’d ever not been a part of her.
The pain came then. A flash of sharp, achy burn that meant she couldn’t keep from crying out. His long, filthy curse accompanied it. Sam breathed in a long gulp and breathed out.
Fingers gripped her chin roughly, tilting her head down. His eyes were stormy, the black at the center swallowing up the gray like a dark cloud. “You’re the most infuriating, outrageous—”
Sam stole another kiss. She wasn’t experienced enough to seduce him—not yet, but she knew him now. Knew what he liked. Knew he wanted her more than he let on. Knew to tease him and taunt him until his control shattered.
So she swallowed his anger. Cajoled with her mouth. Petted him with everything she had in her. Begged him. Told him how much she wanted him to move inside her. How she’d struggled to shed her inhibitions before. How she wanted no one but him.
He pulled away with a harsh exhale, brows tied. “You’re not naïve at all,tesoro.You’re conniving and manipulative, and I could have really hurt you.”
Sam nipped his lower lip, the harsh edge of his voice curling around her spine. “What I am is determined, Alessandro, to have you. In every way possible.”
The fire in his eyes refused to thaw. “You should’ve let me take you slowly—”
She caught his upper lip with her teeth this time, and he groaned and took over the kiss. For a few seconds, there was nothing but the sounds of their mouths tugging and licking.
A fervent urgency filled her, and she trailed her mouth down his jaw to that hollow in his neck that called to her. She licked him, tasting the salt and sweat of his skin, breathed him in, and still it wasn’t enough.
It amazed her that she could touch him like this, warm muscle and sinew and skin. She wished she could touch his heart too. Wished she could write her name on it, like a name tag to claim possession.
“Do you know you say a lot ofyou shoulds to me? Also, every time you say Sameera in that forbidding tone, it makes me want to defy you, just on principle.”
His hands, finally, moved from where they’d had clamped around her hips to stop her from moving. Mouth buried in her neck, he touched her breasts, pinched her nipples and dragged his hands down to play with her clit until she was dripping again and the intrusion of him burned less.
“I promised myself that I would never hurt you, Sam.”
“And I told you to not treat me as if I were fragile, Alessandro. This momentary pain, which is already gone by the way, is nothing for me.”
Sam shifted her hips experimentally. Jesus, it felt good. More than good. It felt amazing. So she did it again, and his answering thrust came a breath later. Their groans rippled through the air around them. Her channel still felt unbearable achy and full, but that only amplified every little twang of pleasure.
Before she could build a rhythm, he pushed up to his feet, and the movement sent sensation rippling where they were joined.
Her back hit his bed, a cool embrace in contrast to the wall of warmth at her front. She grimaced when he slipped out of her.
Climbing up after her, he didn’t miss it. The night lamp she’d turned on bathed his naked body in strips of light. Straddling her, he bent down and kissed her. “Shall I take what I want, then, Sameera?”
“Yes. It’s all I want. If you hurt me, you’ll make it better. Don’t you get what this is all about, Alessandro? I trust you. I want you. I’m here with you because you make me want to take risk after risk.”
His forehead pressed to hers, he drew in a sharp, shuddering breath.
He said nothing with his mouth after that. Oh, but his lips, and kisses and nips and licks and hands and caresses and grunts said everything…
He built her up all the way to the edge before he thrust into her. Except for a pinch that lasted a few seconds, it was that achy, stretching fullness when he was inside her. Even then, he gave her time to get used to him.
Kissed her, licked her, laved her…and then he picked up his pace as he angled her body the way he wanted it, pushing her knee into her chest. Every thrust hit a spot inside of Sam that seemed to hold it all tightly together.
And then there were his fingers at her clit, and his thrusts hit that spot again and again, and she was nothing but spiraling sensation, and on the next breath she exploded into a million fragments and screamed his name and clung to him, and he shifted her again and then he was pounding into her, hard enough to make her see stars, hard enough for her core to take a battering, hard enough for the heavy bed to creak and moan, and then he pinned her down with his hips, arresting her movements, using her body for nothing but his pleasure, and his release when it came made him shudder in her arms, and a roar fell from his mouth, and it was the sweetest sound Sam had ever heard.
Alessandro watched as Sameera slipped into a deep sleep, one arm thrown around him, feet tucked in between his own. His heart beat like it was on steroids, even though his release had been hours ago.
She had been sore after but wouldn’t admit to it when he’d carried her into the shower. Had seen the marks he’d left on her skin and liked them. Had understood finally how much she trusted him.
