“What?” I whisper, bringing my hands to his shoulders, loving the feel of his muscles underneath my fingertips. “Raziel?”
His mouth slams down on mine, his need fueling mine, and in seconds, we're tearing at each other’s clothes. It's only been a day since we touched, but Christ, I missed him. His hands are on mine. His breathing is heavy against mine. That warm, solid body tenses as his heated hands explored my body.
I gasp when he tears at my shirt, my own fingers yanking urgently at his pants. He curses hard against my mouth when I take his cock in my hand, stroking him fast, feeling my own body flood with wetness, preparing to take him inside me.
“Fuck,” he roars, dragging me off the desk and onto the floor, in a tangle of limbs. His mouth is back on mine, and his hands are relentless as they completely remove my shirt and bra. I reach between us to jerk his cock, stroking his hardness even as the ache between my legs intensifies.
It's madness.
But even more maddening is the ache burning inside of me. Wanting a man I was convinced would never be mine. Craving his touch like my next breath.
His lips break from mine, and I tilt my head back when his mouth moves to my neck and down to my aching breasts, his teeth scraping against my sensitive skin and driving me insane. “Raziel,” I sob, bowing off the floor when his mouth closes hotly over my left nipple, suckling hard on the aching peak. “Please. Oh God…Raziel. Want you.”
He's breathing fast now, his eyes feral when he pushes back to look at me. There is something incredibly dangerous about this man everyone thinks of as harmless. Something so goddamned sexy that it seduces me into submission. Into need.
Please.
Those eyes stay on mine as he slides off my yoga pants and tugs down my panties before tearing them off completely. “You're so fucking beautiful,la mia flamma,” he breathes, settling between my legs. “How the fuck are you mine? So precious. So beautiful.”
I gasp at the hard press of his cock against my entrance, fighting the urge to close my eyes as he sinks his shaft into me. Christ, he's so big, and the stretch brings a touch of discomfort, but even that fades when his mouth finds mine again.
“Raziel!” I scream when he slams forward, burying his cock into me. Filling me…stretching me.
“I love you, Fiona,” he pants against my mouth as he starts to move, stroking into me. His hand bruises my hip as he starts rocking faster into me, sending shots of pleasure shooting through my body. “I love you, Var. You're everything to me.”
“I love you,” I sob, raking my nails down his back as I feel his thick cock inside of me, filling me with every fevered thrust.
Mine.
The words echo in my head as he hammers into me, loving me. Marking me…as I do him.
The wet sounds of our lovemaking fill the room, our heavy breathing tingling as does the heavy beat of our hearts. I hold him close as he takes me, his thrusts growing feral with every second,
“So close, baby,” he rasps, dropping his hand between us.
I whine when he starts stroking my clit firmly, tripping me right into an orgasm. My legs shake as pleasure rocks through me, robbing me of my senses. My pussy pulses hard around him, toes curling as everything goes static.
“Again!” he roars, slamming into me like a madman even as he strums my sensitive clit faster. “I want you to come with me. Again!”
“I can't,” I sob, trembling as I feel the threat of yet another orgasm. “Raziel…”
It's like a drug; saying the name out loud seems to send him into some wild state as he pulls out and flips me over, pulling me onto my hands and knees. The new position sends him impossibly deeper when he slams into me.
I hold onto the feeling like a lifeline, sobbing as I feel myself tethered closer yet to another orgasm.
“Come with me, baby,” he roars, thrusting faster and harder, until the heat between us finally bursts, sending a thousand stars shooting behind my eyes. I come with a scream, nails digging into the soft carpet as my body is pushed into heights of pleasure I never thought were possible.
“Fuck!” He stills inside me, muscles tensing for a second before they release in a roar. His cock jerks inside of me as he empties his cum into me, yet again marking me as his.
Only his.
Lorenzo collapses on top of me, his breathing heavy against my damp skin. “Are you okay?” he rasps into my shoulder, kissing it. “I'm sorry, baby. I was a little rough, wasn't I?”
“No, it was perfect,” I pant. This is just what I needed after a day of doubting his feelings for me. To see him lose control…for me and with me. “It was perfect.”
Lorenzo pulls out of me and then collapses onto the floor, pulling me down with him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the fast beat of his heart, feeling the day's exhaustion catch up with me. “Tired?” he asks when I yawn.
“Yeah,” I say, closing my eyes. “I don't want to get up just yet. Let's just lie down for a moment.”
