Page 119 of The Ache That Stayed

“But I’m done holding back.”

He nipped my lip.

“Now…” His voice dropped—rough, unsteady in a way that made my pulse spike. “I’m going to fuck you like the monster I am.”

His hand slid to my waist, grip tightening in a possessive way, turning me until I was on my stomach.

“Get on all fours,” he growled.

And I followed his command. He pushed my back down till my face was in the sheets and my ass was in the air, on display for him. For his taking. His mouth found me from behind, tongue dragging, licking, tasting the aftermath of us.

“Hmm.” A deep groan left his throat, vibrating through me.

“We taste so good together.”

Then a sharp smack landed on my ass, making me jolt. I gasped—shock bleeding into heat. His grip tightened immediately after, grounding, not letting me pull away, massaging where his palm made contact.

Another sting hit my other cheek.

“You’ve been walking around in those tiny shorts like you don’t know what it does to me.”

His teeth sank into the curve of my ass, biting, marking. His hands massaged, spreading, squeezing, claiming as his fingers traced my entrance. A whimper escaped me.

“I want to see your ass bounce,” he muttered, voice guttural, “as I plough into you.”

Another hard smack. My body shuddered, heat flooded low, and I knew—this wasn’t gentle anymore. This was him unleashed. This was the part of him he’d spent years burying.

With that, he pushed into me deep in one quick thrust. Before I could even comprehend it, he started moving—rough, relentless—one hand gripping my hip while the other tangled into my hair, fisting it tight and pulling me back just enough to hold me where he wanted me.

“Cazzo,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

His fingers dug into my skin, showing me exactly what he meant. His thrusts were harsh, almost punishing—but the jolt of pleasure they sent through my body was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The room filled with nothing but our grunts and the sharp sound of skin against skin.

When the wave of orgasm hit me, it was different. This one I felt under my skin, in my hair, behind my eyes, in my ears. His thrusts were longer, deeper, rougher, painful yet addictive. He reached for my breast and squeezed my nipple. The pleasure bordered on exquisite torture.

“Fall apart for me again.”

And I did.

I just did. A raw, helpless cry tore out of me and echoed through the cottage. My hands fisted into the sheets as a hard shiver racked my entire body, leaving me gasping for air. But he wasn’t done.

“I want to see you as I come, Volpi.”

He flipped me onto my back, lifting my legs to his shoulders. This angle drove him deeper. I was barely coming down from my previous orgasm when another hit. Wetness pooled on the sheets, slick and sticky.

The only thing I could do was focus on him. My own damnation. The crack in my armour—the facade I put up for the world. Every thought tuned out and it was only him and me… in this moment.

Skin to skin.

Breath to breath.

Everything narrowed to sensation on my throbbing clit and how he was filling me with every brutal thrust.

A tiny sob escaped me, and a tear rolled down my cheek.

He bent down and licked it.

“Sei bellissima quando ti spezzi per me.”