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B enito

I can feel the widened eyes of Tess’s family as I brazenly devour her mouth in front of them all. Fuck it. She’s mine now.

I pull back only when I’m ready to and she stares at me with liquid eyes and swollen lips, utterly breathless and fucking beautiful. I drop her to her feet and take her by the hand. Before she can object, I’m tugging her toward the exit.

“Where are we going?” she says.

I grin at my own ingenious idea. “The beach.”

“Why?”

Why? Because it’s where she comes alive. It’s where she loses all her inhibitions. It’s where she becomes herself. And I want her to be herself in this moment. We just, for better or for worse, showed the Castellanos and the Di Santo’s that we’re together. I want her to really feel this, without the expectations or judgements of others weighing on her.

I could tell her all this, but I decide to tell her another truth.

“I want you all to my-fucking-self.”

We reach the terrace and I pick her up in my arms. She squeals as I stride down the lawns to the beach. The crashing waves reach our ears, drowning out the sound of music from inside the hotel. Figures watch from the shadows but I know they’ll avert their gazes when it matters.

When I’m certain we’re out of view of the hotel and its surrounding gardens, I lay her on the soft sand, then rest my weight over her, bringing my lips heavily onto hers.

She releases a tender moan into my throat and I savor it with my tongue. Searching her mouth and lips for more sweetness, I bury myself in her warmth, only pulling away for a second at a time to let her breathe.

My God, I’m in so deep I can’t see anymore. I want this girl like I’ve never wanted anything before in my life. I yearn for her like I used to yearn for my next kill. Her skin beneath my fingers feels like something I’ve never experienced but instinctively know exists. It feels like home .

I nudge my knee between her legs, feeling her dress part at the traitorous slit running from her thigh to the floor. The heat of her pussy greets me like a wet kiss.

She blindly fumbles with my fly, releasing my cock with a languid sigh. Then she pulls her panties to one side, moaning a soft plea into my lips. I don’t even need to hold my cock and angle it to where it needs to be. It fucking knows.

I coax her thighs further apart and press my hips forward. I slide into her with a smooth ease that only reaffirms my conviction that she was made for me. Our lips rest against each other as I move slowly, in and out of her.

I don’t want dark this time. I want vanilla. Just as she asked for. Only, there’s fucking nothing vanilla about this. I’m dying of need. I don’t want this to ever end. If someone held a gun to my head right now, I’d let them shoot, because they’ll never find me in a happier place, deep inside my girl, feeling her tremble around me.

“I love you,” she whispers into my mouth.

I inhale her words. “I love you too,” I reply, re-angling myself so my cock strokes a different part of her.

“I’m going to come any second,” she says, gasping.

“I’ve got you.” I run my fingers through her hair and dip my tongue into her mouth. Her pussy tightens around me and I drive deeper, rolling through her climax and swallowing every whimper and every moan. I slow as she comes down, but I don’t stop. I shift my angle again and in seconds, she’s panting and quivering beneath me.

“God, you’re ending me with these cute little noises,” I whisper .

“I can’t think straight,” she gasps.

“You shouldn’t be thinking at all,” I say, softly, tugging on her hair and fucking her slowly. My cock thickens. I’m so close I feel delirious. The waves crash behind us and her thighs pool around mine. It takes all my strength—and I pride myself on typically having an inhuman amount— just to hold my orgasm back. This evening, I want to devour her pleasure, tremor by tremor. I want to feast on it. I want to feel her body beneath me, fragile yet forceful. Trapped but with all the power to bring me down should she ever wish to.

Her pussy tightens again, bringing me home. I force myself to keep pace. I want to draw her out so long she forgets her own name.

“Benito…” Her gasp floods my ears and she clamps down, milking all the come from my cock. It floods out of me and into her, where it belongs. My vision disappears and heat flushes through my chest. I feel fucking invincible.

I push myself so deep I can feel her edge as she shakes beneath me. I jerk one more time then press my lips to her damp throat.

Unable to see straight, I keep my eyes closed and breathe one single word. “Fuck.”

To my surprise, she giggles.

“What’s so funny?” I groan.

“You say ‘fuck’ an awful lot.”

“It’s versatile,” I say, lacking the energy to frown.

“Is that right? ”

“Sure. It can communicate surprise, commiseration, confusion… rage.”

I can sense her smiling even though my head is buried in her neck.

“And sometimes it’s the only word that carries the gravitas I need in a particular situation.”

“Like now?”

I lift my head and almost drown in her green eyes. They seem to embody the deep ocean that laps at the shore just feet away from where we lie.

“Yeah. Sometimes, the right words simply don’t exist.”

Before she can question me any further, I push myself up to my knees and pull her with me, then to our feet.

“God, I must look a mess,” she says, brushing sand out of her hair.

“You look stunning,” I reply. I move around her, putting strands of hair back into place, brushing creases from her dress, then I do the same to my suit. Then I take her hand and we walk back to our families.