“Let the stars witness this,” I growl into her ear, my lips brushing her shoulder. “Let them see exactly how much I burn for you.”
I bite down on the sensitive curve of her neck, savoring the shiver that ripples through her. “You make me lose control, and I’m done pretending I have any left.”
“I want you too, Alexander,” she gasps, her voice thick with need. “More than I ever thought possible.”
“Sei la mia rovina, Cecilia,”I whisper hoarsely. “You are my ruin.”
I press my hand on her shoulder, guiding her forward until her chest meets the cushions.
I take a moment to admire her, exposed and waiting. My hands trace her spine, forcing her to arch, molding her body to fit my need.
Hooking her ankle, I push her knee toward her chest and sink two fingers into her, feeling her breath hitch. She twists beneath me, struggling as my fingers fill her.
I drop my head, branding her shoulder and neck with my mouth, tasting her skin.
“Stop teasing me, Alexander.Please.”
My fingers twist inside her, finding that sensitive ridge, and she cries out. I bring my palm down hard on her ass cheek, the smacking sound louder than her pleas.
She snaps her head back to look at me, her eyes wide and glowing.
“Lift your hips,” I command, my voice gravelly.
She straightens her leg and arches up. My hands shake slightly, adrenaline surging, as I tear open the packet and roll the condom down my cock.
I position myself, the thick head pressing against her entrance. I hold back for a split second, letting the pressure build.
“Alexander...” she whimpers, pushing back.
I don’t need any more prompting. I thrust into her, and the sensation crashes through me like something meant to break bone. Her gasp mirroring mine.
Even after all these days, each time I enter her, she feels impossibly tight. A piercing mix of pleasure and pain that rips through every nerve ending I have. Her heat swallows me whole, clamping down on my cock as I plunge deeper.
I drive into her with unhurried, relentless strokes. Each movement grinds into her most sensitive spots, drawing shivers from her skin as my body envelops hers.
In and out, I trace the contours of her body: her shoulders, her waist, the curve of her ass. I grip her tightly when I push deep, easing my hold as I withdraw.
The rhythm consumes me, winding every muscle tight.
She turns her head, seeking me out. I catch her hand, lacing our fingers. My vision hazes, and I clench my jaw, fighting for a shred of control, but the growl rips from my chest regardless.
I lean in, curling my hand around her throat, putting pressure there as I pull her up, onto her knees so we are flush against each other.
“This is better,” I growl into her ear, grinding my hips forward to meet hers. “I want you right here.”
I maintain my hold on her throat, keeping her in place while my free hand claims her breast, fingers twisting her nipple.
“Alexander, more. Please, more.”
I give her exactly what she wants, driving into her with a rhythm meant to ruin us. I sink to the hilt, dragging desperate moans from her lips with every thrust.
Her hands scramble up my arms, tangling in my hair to yank my mouth down to hers.
This is my Cecilia.Here, beneath the stars, there is nothing but skin slick with sweat and everything we make each other feel.
She clamps down on me, squeezing tight, pushing me close to the brink.
“Come for me, tesoro,” I command, my voice gravelly. “Come for me.”
