across her body at the same moment that Pietro pulled her away from the wall and walked through his house, down a darkened hallway and into a room.
Seconds later, she was sinking into a plush, luxurious bed as Pietro stood at the edge. She watched with wide, hungry eyes as he stripped off his shirt and, a moment later, the rest of his clothes. He stood naked, the light that filtered down the hallway framing his broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms.
Claire found herself eagerly wriggling out of her own pants, but the process was interrupted by a savage growl as Pietro pulled the last of her clothes free from her body in one yank. Something might have torn, but Claire didn’t notice, because as soon as she was naked and exposed, Pietro was spreading her legs, dropping to his knees between them.
“Oh shit,” she half-yelped, half-moaned as pleasure and blinding heat blasted out from where he touched her. Kissed her. Licked her.
Giant fistfuls of comforter were gathered up in her hands as she twisted and writhed, back arching and bowing. There had been no buildup, no warning, and the intensity of his touch caught her unprepared, stealing breath and even vision from Claire in that first instant.
Everything shuddered, and she fought to draw in a breath as her lungs screamed for air. Moans swiftly became cries as her mind caught up to what was going on between her legs, where Pietro had grabbed a tight hold of her thighs, holding her down, taking command of her body as his tongue ran over her in blazing circles.
There was a brief respite to the pressure on her chest, allowing her to draw in a breath, but it was taken away a heartbeat later as a finger slipped inside her, Pietro doubling the avenues of pleasure he was inflicting upon her.
And it was too much.
Claire cried out, her back arching, breasts jutting toward the sky as she grabbed hold of them, holding on to her body while her climax pulsed out from between her legs. Her voice was wordless, but there was no mistaking the enjoyment in it.
As the moment waned and she sank down into a muscleless mass, Claire prepared to recharge.
Pietro had other ideas. A second finger slipped inside her, and his tongue lightened its touch and sped up.
“Oh god,” she moaned, trembling violently in his grip, unsure if she could handle it. “Pietro, I—”
His growl stole her protests away. Fingers tightened on her legs, keeping her under his control. Claire gasped at how subtly, yet easily, he dominated her. It was a casual display of strength. There was nothing scary about it, nothing intimidating.
Yet she was his nonetheless, and Pietro wasn’t letting himself be shy about declaring it. She would be subject to what he wanted.
That knowledge seemed to recharge her body, which took on new, frenzied need for the touch of his tongue. Claire wasn’t shying away, she was actively bucking her hips up toward him, practically begging for more.
“Don’t stop,” she managed to get out as everything tightened down abruptly. “Oh god don’t stop. I can’t—”
She could, and she did. Claire threw her head back, the room filling with sounds of her orgasm for the second time in five minutes as her body was viciously assaulted with pleasure that left her limp and breathless from the intensity.
“Much better,” Pietro rumbled as he pulled away, finally giving her time to recover, to process what he had just done to her and—
Claire stiffened as he rubbed the tip of his shaft against her opening. Maybe he wasn’t going to give her time after all.
As he pushed inside her, she decided that perhaps it wasn’t that bad of a thing. She could handle it. Could handle him.
Pietro slid about halfway inside her.
Claire’s eyes went wide and she gasped.
Maybe she couldn’t handle him.
“Slow,” she gasped. “Slow. Don’t stop though. Holy fuck, that’s big.”
Pietro blushed a little, much to her surprise.
Suddenly he looked human, and the moment became slightly less intense and a little more intimate between them.
“Come here,” she hissed, forcing him to bend down and press his entire body down onto her.
Wrapping her legs up around his back, she took him in deep, pain and pleasure mixing into a delicious blend as she was forced to adapt to his size, much larger than anything she’d ever had before.
“All of it. All the way,” she ordered, whispering into his ear, letting him know she was ready for it all.
Her body screamed