Stepping back, I admire her lacy black underwear. It's pretty but right now it's forming a barrier between me and what I want.
"Remove your bra and panties." I narrow my eyes as she opens her mouth to protest. "Or I'll tear them off you."
Her eyes flit nervously to the window. No doubt she's worried about being seen by the men patrolling the groundsShe needn't be. The glass is designed for privacy. Besides, they know better than to look. I would pluck out the eyes of any man who glimpsed my woman naked.
Before I can tell her that, she makes a decision, reaching around to unfasten her bra. Slipping the straps down her shoulders, she lets it drop to the floor. Then she hooks her fingers in the waistband of the minuscule wisp of fabric she calls panties and slowly draws them down her long, lean legs.
Despite her coyness a moment ago, she makes no attempt to cover herself. Instead, she keeps her arms by her sides and tilts her chin up as if daring me to touch her.
Never one to back down from a dare, I grab her shoulders, spin her around and shove her toward the window. She throws her hands out to protect herself from the impact, not knowing me well enough to realize I would never let her get hurt.
Moving behind her, I lower my mouth to the side of her neck and suck gently. I gradually increase the pressure, wanting to leave my mark on her unblemished skin.
My eyes find hers in our reflection and I hold her gaze. I want her to understand what this is between us. She belongs to me now and I will always be watching.
My hands skim down her sides and she wriggles restlessly as I reach her waist. I seem to have found a ticklish spot. I take my time exploring her body, noting how she reacts to my touch. She lets out a soft sigh as I cup her breast. When I skim a hand over her abdomen, a muscle twitches beneath my palm.
Never releasing her from my stare, I map out every inch of her. She doesn't look away once as I slide my hand between her legs.
Pressing my chest against her back, I put my lips to her ear.
"Are you enjoying the view?"
Her brow furrows as if she's trying to work out whether I'm referring to what little she can see of the gardens in the darkness or our reflection in the window. Whatever conclusion she comes to, she nods.
"This is mine." I cup her feminine mound as I run my other hand over her ass. "All of it."
She shakes her head in denial. To show her how wrong she is, I shove two fingers into her already drenched pussy, making her cry out.
"This is mine," I repeat, curling my fingers to stroke the sensitive spot inside her. "Say it, Violetta."
"Yes." With me teasing her mercilessly, she's helpless to do anything but agree. It doesn't matter if she means it right now. I'll be reminding her frequently who she belongs to.
Withdrawing my fingers from her, I enjoy her desperate whimper as she feels the loss. I won't make her wait long. Unfastening my pants, I push them down along with my shorts, just enough to free my almost painful erection.
As I grab her hips to hold her in place, she drops her forehead to the glass. Sinking into her delightfully warm, wet heat feels like being welcomed home. No other woman has sparked in me such a need to possess her.
I push all the way into her and hold myself still for a moment, just long enough to regain my composure. Then I withdraw and slam back into her. She cries out with the force of it. Needing to see the desire in her eyes, I twist her hair around my hand and pull her head back.
"Watch every second of this, Violetta.”
I set a slow, unhurried pace that has her whimpering with need. Though it kills me, I want to draw out the pleasure for both of us. Violetta's eyes meet mine in the glass. The exquisite agony in them reveals her desperate need.
I piston my hips, driving my cock deep.
"Damiano!" she gasps, one hand reaching back to curve around my face.
Some other time, I'll welcome the tender way she caresses me, but I don't want it right now. This isn't about forming a bond. It's about me staking a claim.
"Hands on the window," I command.
She slaps her hand on the glass as I fuck her hard and fast. I grab her breast and knead the soft yet firm flesh. When I pinch her taut nipple she yelps. Her pussy clamps down on my hard length. It seems myvolpinalikes a little pain with her pleasure.
The increasingly breathy pants coming from her tell me she's close. I find her clit and flick my finger back and forth over the swollen bud. She clenches rhythmically around me as she comes, her whole body shaking. The tingle at the base of my spine tells me I'm about to follow. Slamming deep inside her, I hold still as I spill my seed.
My head drops to her shoulder and I rest there for a moment before straightening and rearranging my clothes. Violetta turns and picks her dress up from the floor. She takes a step toward the door and I put a hand out to stop her.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
