She shivers, the raw need breaking down the last of her defenses.
“Ride me,Dolcezza. I want to watch you take it. I want to see your face when you take your orgasm from me.”
She straddles my hips. The searing heat of her core is a shock against my cock. She lowers her body slowly, inch by agonizing inch. A long, shaky breath escapes her parted lips as I fill her. I groan, my hands reaching up to grip her hips, my fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises as I set the pace.
“Yeah, just like that,” I rasp. I watch her head fall back, her beautiful throat exposed in the silver moonlight. “Take every inch of it. Tell me exactly how it feels to have me inside you.”
“It feels...so… good,” she gasps. Her hips roll in a desperate beat, the friction building a raging fire between us.
“No other man will ever feel how tight you are.”
“You’re... you’re the only one.”
“Louder,” I growl, driving my hips upward to meet her downward thrusts. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“I’m yours,” she cries out, her nails scoring bleeding lines into my chest. “Only you, Damiano.Fuck... please, make me come.”
My control shatters completely. I reach up, grabbing a handful of her dark hair to pull her face down to mine. I devour her mouth in a clash of lips and tongues. I thrust up into her, hard and unrelenting, punishing that perfect spot inside her until she screams my name into the quiet room.
Her climax hit her like a freight train. Her walls clamp down on my cock in a frantic, vice-like grip, trying to milk mewith every violent spasm. I keep driving into her, absorbing her tremors and enjoying the way she sobs my name through the powerful release.
I follow her over the edge seconds later. A guttural roar tears out of my throat as I spill deep inside her, my entire body locking up under the sheer force of the orgasm.
I pull her waist, her exhausted body down flat against my chest, our hearts thundering in perfect unison.
I press my mouth to her sweat-slicked skin, my voice a wrecked, exhausted rumble in the quiet of the room. We’re both still breathless, chests rising and falling alongside each other.
I kiss her lips softly, then trail my mouth to her cheek and lower to her neck.
“Sì, mia,” I murmur against her skin.
I kiss her neck again, slower this time. “Eres mía,” I say again.
My lips brush one last time along her throat before I pull back just enough to meet her eyes.
“Only mine.”
Chapter 28
Katarina
My lids peel open, and I stare as the morning light seeps between the velvet curtains like an invasion. Pedro is barking up at me from the floor, waking up the rest of my senses.
“Good morning, my good boy,” I whisper, reaching out to scratch the top of his head until he rolls around, demanding a belly scratch. When he’s had enough, he runs to the far corner of the room to play with his toy.
I arch my back in a languid stretch and feel a satisfying pull of muscles. My body feels so much better now. The bruises are finally fading, while the constant ache in my shoulder has subsided into a dull throb.
I feel stronger, more grounded in my skin, even if my mind is a chaotic mess.
A loud knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts.
“Come in,” I say, pulling the silk duvet up to my chest.
A maid I haven’t seen before pushes a silver cart into the room, her movements quiet and careful.
“Bongiornu, Signorina,” she says. “Mr. Cotrini requested I bring you breakfast. He left early this morning, but he asked me to tell you he will be back before dinner.” She says with a thick accent.
I nod and offer her a grateful smile and say,“Grazie mille.”
