The Vatican - M.E. Clayton Page 0,34

earlobe between my teeth. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she breathed shamelessly. “Give me everything.”

My fingers dug into her thighs as her back kept breaking against the wall. I shoved my cock into her tight warmth as far as it could go. “You want my cock?”

Saveria moaned and dug her nails deeper into my flesh. “Yes.”

I pounded into her over, and over again, trying to prove with my body what she didn’t believe in my words. “I’ve always loved you,” I grunted. “It’s always been you. It should have always been you. Only you.” My thrusts became more forceful with each word. Resentment at our parents pushing me to drive our shared anger from both our broken souls.

“Francisco…” she whimpered, taking the beating.

Taking me.

It was the first time in my life I realized I wasn’t above begging. “Forgive me, Luca. Fucking Christ, please forgive me,” I growled against the softness of her neck. “I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.”

“Please…” she moaned. “Harder…more…”

Saveria was so petite, it was easy to hook my arms under her knees and spread her open farther. Using all my weight, I pinned her to the wall and crashed into her body as far as I could go in this position. I didn’t stop until she was screaming my name and cumming all over my cock. I didn’t stop until the water sizzled against the gashes on my back from her nails.

The second Ria fell limp in my arms, I carried her out of the shower and sat her on the toilet. I left her only long enough to turn off the shower, then I picked her up again and carried her to the bedroom. Not giving a fuck that we were both wet, I laid her on the bed and covered her body with mine. I was still hard as fuck, but I wasn’t going to rush this.

Her eyes fluttered open and I told her, “I told you to get used to this view.”

“Yeah, you did,” she whispered lethargically. Her eyes closed, and I feared she was going to fall asleep on me.

I wasn’t going to let her.

Even if this wasn’t a true wedding night, this was my first time having her completely naked before me with all the time in the world to explore every inch of her. And with a body like hers, I planned on tasting every inch of her skin.

I kissed my way down her neck and Ria’s hands slid into my hair as she let me savor her body. And because I was an insecure, possessive bastard, I made sure to leave marks everywhere I went. She had two more marks to add to the first one I put on her neck by the time I made it to her tits.

When my mouth circled around her tight, hard nipple, Ria moaned and tightened her hands in my hair. I grabbed as much of her as I could in my hand, and laved special attention on her magnificent rack. “I’ve wanted these in my mouth for years, baby,” I told her in between ministrations.

“Francisco…” she whimpered as she opened her legs wider to accommodate where we both knew I was headed.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to come up behind you and fill my hands with your tits, baby?” I knew she didn’t, but I wanted her to know. I wanted her to feel how long I’ve waited for her. I wanted her to wake up tomorrow and know that there’s never been anyone else for me but her. “Do you know how many times I’ve jacked off to the image of sliding my cock through your tits and cumming all over your perfect fucking face and chest?”

“Oh, God…”

After leaving four different marks on her tits, I kissed my way down her soft stomach, leaving two more marks there in a path down her body.

When my face finally reached its destination, I had to close my eyes and take a few precious seconds. I had Luca Saveria Fiore Benetti spread eagle on my bed, her hands tangled in my hair, my possessiveness marking her body, with all her secrets mine for the taking.

It felt like I’ve waited my entire life for this moment.

The first thing I noticed, though, was how tender and torn she looked. I wanted to regret how roughly I had taken her in the shower, but I couldn’t bring myself to. It was what we had both needed. What we both still needed.

When my tongue finally licked at