A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. “Good girl.”
“I’m ready, Raziel. Please. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
His eyes fire up as they always do when I call him by his hacker name. His alter ego. That dangerous persona he keeps from his friends and family. Everyone else knows Lorenzo Rossi, the friendliest of the Rossi brothers. The golden retriever.
But I get Raziel.
Only I get Raziel.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear, his voice low and dangerous. I bite back a whimper when his hand slides under my T-shirt and caresses my body, sliding his hands around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I feel the hard press of his erection against my core. I moan when his hand drops down to squeeze my butt, causing my pussy to clench.
“Then do it,” I purr, leaning forward to kiss his stubbled jawline and neck, trailing my hand over his shoulder and enjoying the feeling of his muscles under my fingertips. I feel my skin come alive, growing heated as I trace my mouth over his jaw before seeking his lips with mine. “I'm ready, Raziel. Please. I don't want to wait any longer.”
The words have barely left my lips when I find myself flipped onto my back and staring up at Lorenzo. He is larger than life. So handsome under the glow of the city's nighttime lights bathing the room from the open window.
I meet him halfway when he leans down to kiss me, slowly at first. Gentle like I’m the most precious thing in the world, but I’m having none of it. I’ve had just about enough of being treated like porcelain. I don’t want that. Not now. Not here.
Not when my body is practically thrumming with need.
“Raziel,” I whimper, combing a hand into his hair and tugging hard as I push into the kiss, pleading for him to take me as he promised he would. As he has in the last couple of days. “Please.”
I gasp when he slams his mouth hard against mine, stealing air right out of my lungs. “I’ll make it so good,” he growls, his hand sliding between us to pry open my legs. “I won’t promise to take it easy on you, Fiona.”
“I don’t want easy.” Not tonight. Not when my skin is practically burning alive for something I’ve never had before but I can’t stop craving.
He nips my bottom lip enough to sting. I gasp, but he’s already moving down, kissing and licking a path down my neck. My vision grows hazy as he moves lower, shoving at my T-shirt to kiss the spot between my breasts. I sob as his mouth closes hotly around my nipple, his mouth intense and his sinful tongue driving me wild as he licks and suckles my nipples, leaving them sensitive. There is no gentle caress as he moves down my body, and I feel him shudder when he settles between my thighs.
I whimper when he buries his face between my thighs and inhales deeply, making a deep growly noise in his throat. Thatis all the warning I get before I feel the wet press of his mouth devouring my pussy.
“Raziel!” I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed, but they're roughly pushed back down and held in place as that sinful tongue travels through my folds, sending the most incredible feeling rocketing through my body. “Oh God, yes… Oh!”
I tighten my grip in his hair as I rock forward to meet his tongue. Later, perhaps when my brain isn't filled with a lust-induced fog, I'll look back at my wanton behavior and be horrified by it, but in the moment, I can't bring myself to care.
I can’t do anything but…feel.
The ceiling swims above me as he presses his face deeper into me, rubbing his tongue over my aching clit, kissing, and licking at it until I’m thrashing in the bed with the need for release. He holds me still, groaning deep in his chest as his tongue saws wetly over my nub, raking his mouth wetly between my folds until I’m sobbing.
“Raziel,” I cry out when he pushes me closer to the edge. “Close, oh God!”
My hips jerk when I feel his finger press against my entrance. Then he slowly pushes it inside, touching the sensitive nerves that send my back bowing off the bed and legs thrashing as an orgasm tears through me. I scream his name, over and over again, as pleasure rolls through my stomach and spreads to the rest of my body.
God.
Oh God.
My toes curl with pleasure as that sinful tongue swipes over my aching sex until I'm a wrecked, trembling mess. I'm still heaving when his mouth crashes down on mine, our heavybreathing mingling together. His mouth moves over mine, and the taste of me on his tongue reignites the fiery heat low in my belly. My hands find their way onto his shoulders, and I moan when his tongue finds mine, the kiss turning aggressive.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he breathes into the kiss, reaching between us to grip his shaft. I gasp when he brings it to my pussy and runs it through the wetness. “I ache for you,la mia flamma. Can you feel it?” I tighten my hands on his shoulders when he pushes forward, sliding the tip of his cock into me, stretching me.
“Fuck baby, can you feel how much I want you. I can't fucking stand it at times. Just having you close, you shatter my control!”
“Then lose control,” I whisper against his mouth. The need to please the man as he has pleased me countless times before makes me open my legs wider, ignoring the painful sting when he sinks deeper into me. “Make me yours, Raziel. I can take you.”
“Fuck,” he grates, sinking even further into me, and I wince as his thickness stretches me. He’s so big. I ache for him, but Christ, it feels like I’m being split open. “I'm sorry, baby,” he rasps, and his mouth slams hard on mine before he rocks forward and through the thin veil of my virginity, filling me completely with a roar.
“Oh God!” I cry out, burying my nails into his shoulders at the sharp pain. It fades as fast as it came, easing into a dull ache. I expected the pain and pleasure but not the ache in my chest. The connection feels more than just physical, and it terrifies me—how intimate the moment is.
It’s scary—just how close I want to be with this man. Forever. And even more terrifying is the thought that he might not want the same thing with me.
