Page 68 of Pietro

I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. She's so wet, so ready. I push in slowly, inch by excruciating inch, savoring the tight heat enveloping me. Her breath hitches, her body stretching to accommodate me.

When I'm fully seated inside her, I pause, my forehead resting against her shoulder.

"Christ, Nora," I groan. "You feel like fucking heaven."

My hands slide up her back, pressing her down until her stomach rests against the cool wood of the desk.

Her cheek pressed to the surface, her hair fanned out around her. I pull out almost completely before slamming back in hard. She cries out, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth wood.

I set a brutal pace, my hips snapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, punctuated by her breathy moans and my own grunts of satisfaction.

"Is this what you wanted?" I growl, tightening my grip on her hips. "When you pushed me? When you challenged me?"

She can only gasp as I drive into her harder, deeper. I lean over her, my mouth close to her ear.

"Tell me who you belong to."

"Pietro," she moans, her voice thick with arousal.

"Say it again," I demand, my thrusts becoming more punishing.

"You!" she cries out. "I belong to you."

She tightens around me, her body clenching as her orgasm hits.

The feel of her coming on my cock pushes me over the edge. My release crashes through me, my roar muffled against her skin.

I stay buried inside her for long moments, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room.

I press soft kisses along her shoulder, the possessive fire still burning in my veins. She's mine. Only mine.

NORA

His hands grip my waist, lifting me effortlessly from the desk. I wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me toward the hidden door.

My cheek presses against the hard plane of his chest, skin slick with sweat. I watch the muscles ripple beneath his skin with each step - shoulders broad enough to block out the world, biceps flexed with the effort of holding me.

The bedroom reveals itself behind a panel of bookshelves. Moonlight streams through tall windows, painting silver stripes across the dark sheets. He lowers me onto the mattress, the cool silk against my heated skin making me gasp. Pietro stands beside the bed, letting me look my fill.

My eyes run over the hard lines of his body, the ridges of his abdomen, the thick muscles of his thighs, the dark trail leading to his cock, still thick and ready.

"Like what you see, Kelly?" His voice rumbles through the darkness.

I trace the scar cutting through his eyebrow with my fingertip. "Every damn inch."

He covers my body with his. His mouth claims mine as his hands explore every curve. His thumb brushes my nipple, drawing it to a hard peak. My back arches off the bed as pleasure shoots straight to my core.

"Turn over," he commands against my lips.

I obey, rolling onto my stomach. He settles between my thighs, his hands spreading me open. His cock slides into me from behind, deep and sure. I bite the pillow to muffle my cry as he fills me completely. "Look." His hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back so I see our reflection in the mirrored closet doors. "See how perfect you take me."

The sight steals my breath - his body moving over mine, my face flushed with pleasure, his grip possessive on my hip. I've never seen anything so raw, so intimate. My body tightens around him, pulling a groan from his chest.

He pulls out when I'm on the edge, flipping me onto my back before I can protest. He drags me to the edge of the bed, my legs over his shoulders. "Look at me while I make you come."

His mouth descends, tongue circling my clit with ruthless precision. Two fingers plunge inside me, curling just right. My hands fist in the sheets as pleasure builds, sharp and sweet.

"Pietro!"