"There you are," he says, his voice wrecked. "All of you. Every limb, every inch, every hole—you are mine."
He doesn't move for a moment, letting me adjust, and then he pulls back and thrusts in again, and the sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt.
"Yes," he groans. "Fuck yes. You feel so good. So tight."
He sets a rhythm, slow at first, then building, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he takes me.
"Touch yourself," he commands. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
My hand slides between my legs, finding my clit, and the combination is devastating.
"That's it," he growls. "Good girl. Come for me. Come with me inside your ass."
He moves faster, harder, and then his hand covers mine, pressing down on my clit, increasing the pressure until the intensity is blinding.
It's too much. The fullness of him, the relentless friction, his hand forcing mine harder against the swollen bundle of nerves.
I scream into the blanket.
"That's it," he rasps. "Let me hear you. Let me feel you fall apart."
The orgasm builds fast, overwhelming, tearing through me like a lightning strike. My whole body convulses, every muscle locking tight around him, and he curses low and rough.
"Fuck, Valentina, baby."
He slams into me one final time and spills inside me with a roar, his grip on my hips bruising, his body shuddering against mine.
We collapse together, breathing hard.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
Then he carefully pulls out and turns me over, gathering me against his chest.
"Are you okay?" he asks quietly.
"I'm perfect," I whisper.
He kisses my forehead. "You are. You're absolutely perfect."
Later, much later, we make it inside.
The shower is huge, all white tile and rainfall showerheads, and Salvatore pins me against the wall the moment the water turns hot.
Before I can catch my breath, he lifts me, positioning himself, and slams inside in one brutal thrust.
"Fuck!" The cry tears out of me—I'm still sensitive, still tender from the beach, and the invasion is almost too much.
"I told you I was going to fuck you in here too," he growls, his hands coming to my breasts, squeezing my nipples hard enough to make me gasp.
He drives into me fast, hard, relentless, and for a moment the intensity borders on too much. My body protesting, overstimulated, overwhelmed.
But then he feels it. The way I tense. The way my breath hitches wrong.
He stills, his eyes searching mine. "Too much?"
"Yes," I breathe.
His expression shifts instantly. "Shit. I'm sorry, baby."
