“You,” I gasped, my voice trembling.“I want you. All of you.”
He smirked, that dangerous, knowing smirk that made my pulse race.“Greedy girl,” he murmured, before kissing his way down my neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
His hands slid under my ass, lifting me, positioning me just right. I felt the tip of his cock press against my entrance, thick and insistent, and my breath hitched.
“Cesare—” I whimpered, my body already aching for him.
“Shh,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble, before thrusting into me in one smooth, relentless motion.
I cried out, my head tipping back as he filled me completely, stretching me, claiming me. His hands held me steady as he began to move, slow and deliberate, each stroke sending shocks of pleasure through my core.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “So fucking perfect.”
I wrapped my arms around him, my legs locked around his waist, holding him close as he picked up the pace.
The bed creaked beneath us, the sound drowned out by our ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin. His cock pounded into me, relentless and primal, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension coiling inside me, tighter and tighter, until I was desperate for release.
“Cesare, harder,” I begged, my voice desperate. “I need more.”
He obliged, his hips snapping against mine, his hands gripping my hair, pulling my head back as he kissed me fiercely. His teeth grazed my lip, his tongue demanding, mirroring the rhythm of his thrusts. I could feel the orgasm building, a storm gathering at the core of me, until I was screaming his name, my body shaking as I came apart around him.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice dark with satisfaction.“Come for me. Let me feel it.”
My walls clenched around him, milking him, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. I watched as his face contorted, his eyes closing, his jaw clenching, before he buried himself deep and stilled, his seed spilling into me in hot, pulsing waves.
“Fuck,”he breathed, his forehead resting against mine, our hearts pounding in unison.
For a moment, we just lay there, breathless, our bodies still joined.
The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in this raw, intimate moment. Then he kissed me softly, tenderly, his hands stroking my hair.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
I traced the scars on his chest, my fingers lingering over the marks of his past. “So are you,” I replied, my voice soft but steady.
He rolled onto his side, pulling me close, his arm draped possessively around my waist. The city buzzed with life outside, but here, in this room, it was just us.
After, we lay tangled in sheets, both finally catching our breath.
It was past three p.m. now, judging by the angle of the sun. Golden light slanted across the floor, across the bed, across us.
My head on Cesare's chest, his arm around me, heartbeats slowing to normal. The exhaustion was catching up—maybe four hours of sleep in the last thirty-six hours.
"We should sleep," Cesare murmured, but didn't move.
"We should," I agreed, also not moving.
The silence was comfortable.
"Thank you," I whispered. "For trusting me today. With everything."
"You've earned it." His hand traced lazy patterns on my shoulder. "You're not the woman I married at that altar."
"No?"
"No. You're stronger. Braver. More dangerous." A slight smile in his voice. "I like it."
I tilted my head up to look at him. "Dangerous? That’s the second time you’ve called me that."
