"Am I?" I challenge, my hands moving to his chest.
He doesn't answer. He just leans down and kisses me, a hard, demanding kiss that claims me, body and soul. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I kiss him back, my hands tangling in his hair, my body pressing against his.
I want him. I want him inside me. I want him to fill me, to claim me, to make me his.
He lifts me as if I weigh nothing.
"Your scar," I gasp.
But he just walks me to the bed and lays me down, then follows, covering me with his body. He still has his pants on, and the friction against my bare skin is delicious, a torment that makes me ache for more.
His lips trail down my neck, over my collarbone, down to my breasts. He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and I cry out, arching into him. His teeth graze the sensitive peak, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
He moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while his hand slides down my body, over my stomach, between my legs. He cups me, his fingers teasing my folds, sliding through the slickness there.
"Antonio," I moan, my hips rocking against his hand. "Please."
He slides a finger inside me, and I gasp, my inner walls clamping down on him. He adds another finger, stretching me, preparing me, and I'm so close to the edge, so ready to shatter.
I bring his mouth back to mine and slip my tongue between his lips, fucking him with my tongue, the same way I want him to fuck me with his cock.
He must like it because he growls into my mouth and starts fucking me hard and fast. The heel of his palm rubs against my clit with each thrust of his fingers, and I'm spiraling, my body tensing as the pleasure builds.
I'm going to come. I'm going to come all over his hand.
"Don't you dare stop," I pant. "Don't you dare stop."
"I wouldn't dream of it," he growls, and then he's kissing me again, swallowing my cries as I shatter, my body convulsing, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.
I'm still gasping for breath, and my hands are frantic, tugging at his pants, wanting him naked, wanting all of him.
He chuckles against my lips, the sound a low, sexy rumble. "Impatient,dolcezza?"
"Cock, now," I say and bite his lip, almost violently.
He finally gets the message and pushes off me to finish the job. I watch as he stands and shoves his pants and briefs down, kicking them away.
He was already in my throat, but seeing him jutting out, thick, hard, and ready for me, my breath catches in my throat. The lights from the city catch in the moisture on the tip, and my mouth waters.
But I want him inside me.
He sees it in my eyes. He's on me in a second, pushing my legs apart with his knees, settling between them. He takes his cock in his hand, guides it to my entrance, and then he's there, pressing against me, teasing me, torturing me.
"Look at me," he commands.
I meet his gaze, and what I see there steals my breath. It's not just desire, it's… something more. Something deeper. Something that terrifies me and excites me in equal measure.
"Sei tutta la mia," he says again and gives me no time to breath.
He thrusts in me, hard, and I scream, my body stretching to accommodate him. My hands fist in the sheets at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure
He groans and stills. "You okay?"
"Fuck me," I cry out, and he doesn't need to be toldtwice.
He starts moving, and it's a rhythm I've never experienced, a perfect, intoxicating blend of power and control, of aggression and tenderness.
He's watching me, his dark eyes burning into mine, and I feel exposed, vulnerable, and more alive than I've ever felt.
