Page 37 of Thorns of Death

“Magnífica,” he murmured, his mouth moving up my neck.

His breathing was uneven and his gaze filled with something soft yet striking. I brought my hands to his chest, pressing them against his white shirt. I tried to undo his tie, but my fingers trembled. Hell, my entire body shuddered from the intensity of that orgasm.

He took over and shed his clothes in record time. A Roman god stood in front of me. Strong. Powerful. And judging by his big, thick shaft, he was so fucking ready for me.

Enrico got back on the bed, wrapped both hands around my waist, and flipped me over.

“I want your ass up and your head on the pillow.”

My body instantly obeyed.

“You want to be mine, don’t you?” His purr had goose bumps rising all over my skin. His calloused palm rubbed my ass, liquifying my desire further. “Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Mine to deprave.”

My back arched and my ass pushed into his palm. “In the bedroom.” I breathed the correction, my words muffled by the pillow. “Only in the bedroom.”

His dark chuckle filled the space. Full of promises of dark pleasure and dark possession. Worst of all, it didn’t scare me. It fucking excited me.

Enrico grabbed my hair, tugging my head back. His hot breath against my face, his mouth against my ear. “We shall see,dolcezza.”

This physical connection and incredible chemistry was thrilling. I didn’t lie when I said I couldn’t get off without him. It was agonizing to crave someone’s touch this much.

My heart hammered so loudly, I was scared it’d break out of my body. His large palm kneaded my ass, then carefully parted my thighs as far as they could go. The moment his fingers brushed against my soaked folds, a moan escaped me.

He thrust two fingers inside me, and I burrowed into the pillow. My ass ground against him, needing the friction. I was so close already. Again.

He pulled out his fingers and cupped my pussy. “This belongs to me.” Then he gently tapped my ass. “This ass also belongs to me.”

“Please, Enrico,” I begged, my breathing choppy and frantic. “I need you.”

“First give me the words,” he demanded. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I sobbed desperately. “Please…”

Enrico grabbed my hips and held me tightly as his cock thrust inside me in one forceful move, filling me to the hilt. Despite being wet and more than ready, his entrance into my body was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Ahhh… you’re so big.”

He pulled out, only to fill me again. His groin slapped against my ass. Again and again. Carnal pleasure buzzed through my veins. He thrust inside me, hitting that spot until I saw stars.

“Ohhh… yes… yes…”

“That’s it,” he grunted, thrusting into me. His pace built to a maddening level. The slap of flesh against flesh and my own arousal echoed through the air as his fingers dug into my hips. “Scream for me.”

I turned my face to the side, taking in my Italian’s rigid muscles as he thrust into me. His darkness was hidden behind hooded eyelids. My harsh breaths and pants mixed with his grunts.

His pace was becoming steadier, rougher. My orgasm hit me with a wrecking force, and I screamed his name.

His hold tightened on my hips as his head fell back, pleasure washing over his features and making for the most magnificent sight I had ever seen. He stilled at my back as warm liquid filled my walls. He remained inside me, his cock twitching and my pussy throbbing.

We remained like that, our harsh breathing and the scent of our exertion filling the space.

My ears buzzed from the intensity of what we shared. His big, rough palm skimmed over my body, petting me. Touching me. Murmuring a stream of words into my ear I couldn’t make any sense of.

He pulled out of me, then surprised me by slamming back into me again. I gasped, unprepared, and twisted my head to find his gaze.

The devilish grin on his face made him appear younger, and my heart fluttered. Why, oh why, did my heart flutter?

“Already?” My question came out on a moan.