Chapter Five

I was out of my mind. Whoever this girl is? She isn’t me.

The heat between us was palpable, our heavy breaths mingling as he gazed into my eyes. The feel of his hand was too incredible. I wanted to close my eyes, but they remained open staring into his cool grey depths swirling with dark desires. Then they moved to his muscles. I’d thought he was fit but never allowed my thoughts to wonder too far, his sculpted muscles taut and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I bit my lower lip with the urge to lick him, clouding my mind.

“Fuck me Mirabella, the way you seduce me with your looks.” He was panting, his voice a low growl that sent shivers rippling through me to my very fingertips. “How am I supposed to be gentle with you?” He asked more to himself, looking dazed.

He teased my nipples so much that I was about to lose it, but then stopped to explore other places. It was a sweet kind of torture. His rough hands traced the curve of my jaw with his thumb, his touch tender in contrast to the heat in his gaze. “You’re breathtaking Mia eroina.”

I was trembling in his hold. He made sure to keep me just at the edge with his touches even when I wanted to fall over. He wanted me to ask for it, to reveal my desires to him. He’d spoken like he was under my control when it felt otherwise. He came up again, licking my neck without reservation and moving higher before capturing my lips in another searing kiss. His mouth moved with a ferocity that left me breathless. His tongue delved deep, tasting and claiming, while his hand settles inches away from my pulsing pussy. Gosh, I was on fire but then I felt it. The full blazing heat of his cock as he let me feel him.

My lips parted with a gasp as he presses his throbbing cock to my eager cunt. I could feel it move against my wetness and the sounds he made at contact were enough to take all of my self-preservation.

“You feel so good, beauty, I want to be buried deep inside you, I need to feed my seed into you,” He rasped. “Let me claim you as mine, please.”

I couldn’t get any words out. Was this what is felt like to be cum drunk? But I didn’t have that yet, cum hungry? And oh my god, the sound of him begging so desperately… I am lost.

“Yes, take me. Just fuck me now,” I breathed, my voice trembling.

A predatory grin curved his lips. “My good girl.” His hands slid down my sides, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down and off me in one swift, practiced motion.

He stared again, his glazed eyes taking in my dripping pussy and I couldn’t even help how I rolled my hips and moaned out his name. That got a soft breathy groan out of him and his hips snapped up, fucking the air between us. The veins on his cock popped and strained hard. I knew he was just as turned us as I was or more.

“I want to spend hours feasting on you,” he was saying to himself again, his fingers smearing my wetness and my lids fluttered close when he brought it up to his lips and sucked. “There’s no going back from this Mirabella, you’re mine.”

I opened my eyes to watch him. He took his engrossed cock in his fist, stroking so slowly. His teeth bit down on his lower lip as he aligned himself with my pussy. His name spilled from my lips as a whimper.

He let me wield too much power with the way his huge body shuddered above me. “Do that again. Say my name.”

“Pietro…”

“Fuck yes Bella!” his hand moved faster on his cock and his eyes were still on my pussy. “I can see you clench, greedy little thing.”

Why is he still torturing me? Please, just let me have it.

His erection pressed against my entrance, and I could see the strain of holding back in his eyes. “Are you ready for me?” He asked, his voice a gravelly whisper.

“Yes,” I gasped, my hips lifting to meet him. “I need you inside me.”

With a low, guttural growl, he thrust int me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. He was too big to accommodate all at once, but you welcomed the sting of his girth. I could feel him everywhere, like a shockwave of pleasure through me, making my back arch off the bed. “Ugh… Oh, fuck yes!”

“Mirabella,” he groaned, his lips brushing against my ear. “You feel so good. So damn good.”

How can sex feel this amazing? His words sent a thrill through me, heightening the pleasure that was already building to a fever pitch. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more of him, all of him.

I am so close…

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I rode the wave of pleasures. “I… I_” What was I even trying to say?

He seemed to know. “It’s okay, Bella, come for me,” he commanded, his voice a dark promise. “Let go, Mirabella.”

His voice did something to me because my body submitted to him. I shattered around him, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that left me breathless and trembling.

“Fuck fuck fuck! I can feel you… so fucking good.” His cock pulsed and grew even bigger inside me and all I could do was hold on to him.

He threw his head back, his hips stilling and a deep throaty yell ripping from him. I felt the hot flow of his release flooding into me with my name on his tongue. His body shook with the intensity of his climax and I was cumming again.

I couldn’t make up anything. My brain was out of order and my body was a sensitive mess.

Slowly, he pulled out of me and I could feel his cum dripping out of me.

His sweaty head dropped to my shoulders as he caught his breath. “I saw literal stars; nothing should feel this good.”

His lips were on my skin again, lightly kissing me.

My lids were heavy with sleep, and my body exhausted. I didn’t try to fight it as I slowly drifted, but I caught his last words.

“You’re mine now, I’ll take you with me tomorrow.”