"Never," he growls, and he speeds up, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. "You're mine. You've always been mine."
My hands are on his ass, pulling him deeper into me, trying to merge our bodies into one. I want to crawl into his skin and stay there. I want to feel him everywhere. I want to drown in him.
My thoughts tumble one over the other, but I can't make sense of them. I’m lost in him, lost in the pleasure, lost in the way he’s making me feel.
He's right.
I have always been his.
From the moment I saw him, standing there in the ballroom, looking at me like he could see right through me, right through all my armor, to the woman underneath, the one who was just as hungry, just as desperate for a connection, just as alone as he was.
I was terrified of him.
I am terrified of him.
Because he’s the only one who has ever seen me.
And I’m terrified of what he’ll do with that power.
I cup his face with my hands, bring his lips to mine.
"I can’t get enough of you." He bites my lip. "You’re so fucking wet for me. So fucking tight."
"Antonio," I gasp. "Look at me."
He does, and the look in his eyes is my undoing. It's raw. It's vulnerable. It's hungry. It's a look that says he’s just as lost as I am.
Don't hurt me.
The words echo in my mind but never reach my lips.
He’s the one person who could destroy me, and I’m lying here, completely open, completely vulnerable, letting him into my body, letting him into my soul.
The realization is terrifying.
And it’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt.
My orgasm builds, a slow burn deep in my core. It’s different this time. Deeper. More intense. It’s not just a release of pleasure, it’s a release of something more. Something I can't name. Something I'm not ready to face.
He feels it too. I know he does.
His movements become more deliberate. More focused. He’s not just fucking me anymore. He’s claiming me.
"Hold onto me, dolcezza," he murmurs against my lips. "I've got you."
I do. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.
And then the wave hits, crashing over me, pulling me under. My body convulses, my back arches, and I scream his name.It’s not a sound of pleasure, but of release. Release of everything I’ve been holding inside for so long. The fear. The loneliness. The hunger.
It all comes pouring out of me, and Antonio is there to catch it all.
He follows me over the edge with a guttural groan, his body shuddering against mine as he spills inside me. He buries his face in my neck, and I feel the hot, damp puff of his breath against my skin.
We lie there for a long time, a tangle of limbs and slick skin, our heartbeats gradually slowing, our breath mingling in the quiet room.
I don't want to move. I don't want this moment to end.
Because I know, when it does, I'll have to face the consequences.
