“You’ll regret me, Isla.” My cock presses against her slick entrance as I force myself to wait. Muscles locked. My entire body screaming to claim her.
She writhes against me. Breathless. Sweat beads across her skin. “I’ve waited too long for this, Raffael.Years. I can’t take another second of pretending I don’t want you.” Her body undulates. Her thighs a vise grip. “Please—please—just fuck me.”
Goddamn her.
I thrust, sinking home, only to regret it the instant her body seizes around me.
She turns rigid. Arms locked around my neck. Her breath suspended in her throat, chest straining against mine without release.
Panic carves through my lust.
“Isla?” I press my forehead to hers, my emotions split down the middle—terror on one side, the impossible ecstasy of her clenching pussy on the other.
She’s so tight I can feel every inch of her stretched around my cock, every desperate contraction, every flutter that threatens to milk my release from me before I can stop it.
I grit my teeth, sickened by how close I am to losing it while she trembles against me.
“Are you okay?” I grate.
“I…” Her ragged breaths return to my ears. “I…”
“Want me to stop?”
“Please, no.” The words leave her on a moan, her body softening, melting, as if she’s finally surrendering to my size. “I’m good,” she rasps. “Perfect.”
Relief digs a hole inside my chest, burying deep.
Damn straight she’s perfect.
So goddamn pliable. So fucking warm.
My hips move. Slowly at first. Testing. Then harder. Stronger. Faster.
She scores her nails across my shoulders with a needy whimper, a ragged hymn of lust and damnation.
And fuck me, I love it. Every second. Every sound.
It feels right in a way that makes no sense. Like this was inevitable from the moment we met despite the world doing its best to keep us apart.
I grip her ass, thrusting deeper, meeting her wild eyes.
She doesn’t shy. Doesn’t cower.
She fucking glows. Robe half-off. Lips parted. Chest heaving. A vision of beauty born to enslave me.
I’m close.Tooclose.
It takes everything I have not to spill inside her like a savage.
“Feel what you do to me.” I increase my pace and glide a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. “I can’t fucking think when I’m inside you. I need you to come for me. I want to watch you fall apart.”
Her mewl is broken, guttural and raw. “Don’t stop.” She digs her heels into me, her lips crashing back on mine, her tongue wild and untamed.
I become lost in her. Senseless.
“God, you make me feel so good,” she whispers into my mouth, rocking her body, increasing our pace, wrenching me violently toward the edge.
“Wait,mia bellissima rovina.” My voice shreds as I try to slow. To wrestle control back into my grip. But she doesn’tlet up. She keeps grinding, insistent, every roll of her hips demanding surrender.
