“I think you’re drunk,” she whispers, her eyes locked onto mine, giving me exactly what I need to hear.
I tighten my grip in her hair, tilting her head back just enough to expose her throat. My mouth brushes against her pulse point, slow and deliberate, before I sink my teeth in. Not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to make her gasp. I suck lightly before pulling back to look into her eyes. “Every time you breathe, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Say it louder. Who do you belong to?”
“Soy tuya, Damiano. I promise.”
Her surrender feeds the greed inside me, but it fails to extinguish the burning rage. She arches into me, her eyes dark with need, her hands clutching at my shoulders as if silently inviting everything I have to give. There is no hesitation on her lips, only a fire that meets my own and tells me without words that she wants all of it, every part of me, just as much as I want her.
I slide my hand under the hem of her silk chemise. The fabric rides up as my palm finds her bare breast. My thumb and forefinger catch her nipple, pinching the sensitive peak with a punishing pressure.
She lets out a high, broken cry. Her spine arches off the mattress, pushing her chest perfectly into my hand.
“Does that hurt,Dolcezza?” I murmur, my voice sinking to a cruel whisper. “That’s the price for letting another man touch you. For letting him think, even for a second, that he could be with you.”
I twist the peak, teasing the flesh till she squirms under my grip, her nails raking at my shoulders. I move to the other side and give her left breast the same brutal attention. I watch her skin flush in the moonlight, her breath turning into shallow, desperate hits.
“You love it when I get mean like this, don’t you,Dolcezza?” I growl against her ear. “You love knowing exactly how desperate I am to ruin you for anyone else.”
I don’t wait for an answer. I drag my mouth down her throat, sinking my teeth into the soft curve of her collarbone before moving lower. My mouth closes over the tight, flushed peak of her breast. I lave it with my tongue, swirling the wet heat over her sensitized skin before biting down—the sudden scrape of my teeth makes her cry out.
“Damiano,” she whimpers, her hands fisting in the sheets as her back arches higher.
“Should I mark you?” I mutter against her wet skin, moving to the other side to give it the same ruthless attention. I suck hard, drawing the flesh deep into my mouth, biting and licking in a punishing rhythm. She thrashes beneath me, the harsh contrast of pain and pleasure unraveling whatever composure she has left.
I keep at it, punishing her with my mouth and making her feel the wrath of my anger. My teeth graze, nick, and pull at her sensitive flesh. She writhes, her breath arriving in ragged, desperate sobs, as the overstimulation pushes her to the brink.
“Please,” she finally cries out, her fingers tangling frantically in my hair, pulling my face flush against her chest.
“Damiano, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
Only when she is completely undone, begging for mercy under my touch, do I finally release her breast. I drag my mouth down her stomach, trailing hot, wet kisses over her tight muscles. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, stripping the scrap of lace down her legs and tossing it to the floor. I spread her knees wide, pressing them back toward her chest so she is completely exposed.
I bury my face between her thighs. I sink my tongue into her core with a deep, slick stroke that rips a loud moan from her throat.
I work her with an unrelenting focus. I circle her clit with long, heavy laps, my tongue flicking hard against the swollen nerve. She thrashes against the sheets, her fingers tangling desperately in my hair again. Every time her hips stutter, and I feel her delicate walls start to pulse, I pull back.
“Damiano... please,” she begs. Her voice cracks into a whimper. “I’m so close... please.”
“No,” I murmur against her damp skin. “You are going to stay right here, begging for it. You will wait until I decide you get to come.” I edge her ruthlessly. I push her up the steep incline of pleasure, drawing out the torture until she is sobbing my name, her hips bucking blindly against my mouth. Each time I pull back, desperation tightens her body, and the frustrated, strangled whimpers from her lips fuel my need. The tension in her thighs is electric, quivering with a mixture of hunger and surrender, her finger holding on to me as if I am the only rock in the storm I have unleashed inside her. I want her completely unobstructed. I want her mind cleaned of everything except the burn of my tongue in her pussy.
When she is finally gasping for air, her moans a broken plea for mercy, I slide my body back up the length of the bed, leaving her begging.
I lay on my back. My chest heaves with exertion, the alcohol rushing through my system. I am hard enough to ache, the primal urge to bury myself inside her, clawing violently at my gut.
“Sit on it,” I command. She pushes herself up on trembling arms. She moves over my legs, her hands finding the waistband of my trousers. She undoes the clasp with shaking fingers, shoving the heavy fabric down my legs, taking my boxers with them. I kick them away, completely exposing myself. She shifts her weight, her hand reaching blindly toward the drawer of the nightstand.
I catch her wrist before her fingers can even brush the wood. My grip is tight, my eyes locking onto hers. “No,” I rasp.
She pauses, her breath hitching.
“Damiano…”
“I want you raw,” I growl, pulling her hand away and pressing her palm flat against the hammering beat of my heart.“I want to feel every single part of you. No barriers. I need to know there is absolutely nothing between us.”
For the briefest moment, a flicker of understanding passes between us, trust anchoring her gaze to mine. We both know the risk, but neither of us shies away from it.
