Now, as pleasure coils tighter in my core, I can't reconcile all his contradictions.
“You have a fucking amazing pussy,” he groans. “And it’s mine. Only mine.”
I want to roll my eyes, but the electricity whipping through my body makes it hard to do anything but move with him as we reach for ecstasy.
"Let go.” His fingers intertwine with mine above my head, and it sends an unexpected feeling of emotional intimacy through me. “Just feel. Don’t you feel it? The power of us?”
God help me, I do.
As Alessandro drives deeper, I cry out, my body surrendering completely to the pleasure even as my mind rebels. I’m not an object to own. And yet, there's something powerful about belonging to Alessandro.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice hoarse.
I force my eyes open to meet his dark gaze. The intensity steals my breath. He's watching me, but he’s not guarded. He’s not angry or demanding. No, what I see in his eyes almost looks like reverence.
"You're mine now.” But this time, the words don’t make me want to recoil. This time, it feels like I’m treasured. Like I belong. I've never belonged to anyone before. I was my father's asset, but of no more value than anything else he owned.
Another orgasm builds inside me as Alessandro's rhythm becomes more urgent. I arch against him, my bound wrists straining.
For the first time since this night started, I want to touch him. I want to hold on as we soar together in pleasure.
"Alessandro," I gasp.
"Say it again," he growls, his body driving relentlessly into mine. As I watch, I see again the man who lost control on the rooftop terrace, and I realize that while he’s demanding my surrender, demanding to claim me, I’m not completely powerless.
"Alessandro.”
As he pushes me over the edge again, I stop fighting. Maybe I can belong to Alessandro without losing myself completely.
“Fuck!” He drives in hard, and warmth fills my body. He does it again and again until finally, he collapses over me. He takes a few breaths before reaching up to untie the belt. His fingers are gentle as they rub my wrists.
For a minute, I think maybe something has changed again. But then he rolls onto his back, his hands scrubbing over his face. It triggers the memory of the night on the terrace. After the sweetness, he’d withdrawn from me.
In a need to protect myself from his coldness again, I roll away, pulling the sheet around my naked body.
"What are you doing?" His voice is low, sounding almost confused.
I stare at the wall, unable to look at him. "You got what you wanted. Now you can go back to being a cold jerk again."
The bed shifts as he moves behind me. His warmth wraps around me, and of course, my body, even my heart, softens to him.
His fingers trace my spine. "Is that what you think? That I just needed to fuck you to satisfy some wedding night obligation?"
I shrug. “Or because you’re a man who has feral needs.”
His laugh is soft. “Feral? I feel like that’s a compliment.” His hand slides down my back, over my hip, and between my thighs again. “As far as getting what I wanted… I haven’t gotten near what I wanted yet."
I turn my head to look at him in shock. He wants to do this again?
His eyes darken as they travel over me. "And neither have you."
"I've had more than enough," I lie. After all, my body is already responding.
"Have you?" he challenges, one eyebrow raised. "Let's find out."
Before I can process what's happening, he yanks the sheet away and pushes my thighs apart. I start to protest, but the words die in my throat as his mouth descends on me.
"Alessandro!" I gasp. The first time he’d done that, I’d been shocked. Not that I hadn’t heard about such things, but I thought it was between lovers only, not husbands and wives.
