and reversed its trail, all the way up to my mouth.
His finger tasted of salt, of me, of him, and I sucked even harder. He made a guttural noise in his throat and then pushed my head closer, until I took him into my mouth.
He was as salty as the finger, but much, much better. I swirled my tongue around, taking him even deeper, but I did not think I could take him all the way. He was too long, too wide, but the more I tasted, the more I wanted.
He hissed and I stopped, looking up. “Teeth,” he said.
My fingers cradled his balls. “I want to keep these,” I breathed, taking him inside of my mouth again. He placed his hands on my head, starting to move with me, making me take him even deeper, touching the back of my throat. When I moaned around him, he took himself completely out.
My patatina had a pulse that matched my heart, and so sensitive that one touch from him, and there would be nothing left for me to hold on to. I would take the fall from heaven.
He knelt in front of me, and taking me around the waist, pulled my body against his. His hands slid down my arms, taking my wrists, pulling them behind my back. His grip was painful, but it made me breathless—the strength.
“You know why hands on this body is forbidden, angel eyes? Because this body belongs to me. No one fucking touches it but me.”
His mouth came against mine, and our tongues thrashed, the sounds of raw pleasure echoing around us in the night. His cazzo was hot and hard against the softness of my stomach, until he positioned it between my legs. One hand fisted in my hair, and the other slid between my cheeks, pushing me forward, directing me to move against him.
His hardness slid against me, my desire coating my trembling thighs and him, and it was a gorgeous rhythm. A melody between two bodies that had no words, even if the noises were raw and ugly. This was something I had craved, needed, and it did not take long for the pleasure to rise up in me at a manic speed and then overflow, making me come around him. I screamed out his name, my hands gripping his shoulders, every ounce of my energy draining with the release.
“Ah,” he breathed out. “You're a screamer.”
I screamed out again when he leaned back even further, taking me with him, his cazzo entering me fully and to the hilt. The pain made me dizzy, and my body was suddenly drenched in sweat. My nails sunk deep into his skin.
“As tight as a virgin,” he said, his eyes like fire on mine.
I bit into my bottom lip, my eyes meeting his. The truth passed between us, and I nodded.
His face turned to stone.
“My choice,” I said, my voice steadier than my trembling body. “You are my choice. Please. Do not stop now.” And even though the pain of the breach rocked me to my core, the pleasure waited in the wings. My hands fisted in his hair, my mouth coming against his, my tongue tempting and teasing his.
We started to move together, our breaths coming in pants—my lungs took in his air, and his took in mine—and I could smell bitter iron mixed in with his scent. It surrounded me, made me feel like a queen next to her king, and even though we were close, I wanted to be even closer.
“Corrado,” I whispered, my neck tilting back, my hair fanning, feeling him so deep inside of me. “Il mio amante.”
He sucked in a breath and then hissed it out. He kept me close to him as he switched our position, my back to the ground as he opened me up even further, moving over me. He hit a spot that sent shockwaves throughout my entire body. The first stroke of pain had faded, leaving a burning that only enhanced the feeling of pleasure.
“Mmmm,” I moaned out. “Never stop moving inside of me. Mai.”
He was going at a steady pace, and then he hit me hard. I screamed out, wrapping my legs around him, wanting to keep the feeling as close as possible. He urged me to open my mouth, and my tongue came out, tasting his, before I was lost, completely consumed.
Out of control.
Wild.
He had set me free but shackled me at the same time.
His eyes were cautionary tales, but I found safety behind