what that does to me, because he lets out a growl, swipes his tongue through my lower lips again, and thrusts into my pussy once before he gets to his feet and uses the new position to press a finger into me.
“How are you feeling?” he demands, as he gently explores me. “Sore?”
I blink at him. “Huh?”
His lips twitch. “Are you in pain?”
My mouth watering, I shake my head. If this is pain, then I want to feel it often.
Snickering a little, his mouth hitches up on one side, and at that moment, the shadow of grief, the pain of the past, and the torment in his soul has gone.
Lightened.
He only sees me.
And I’ve never wanted to be seen as much in my life.
He leans over me and pushes my legs harder into my stomach, but I don’t mind. Especially not when his dick presses against my thighs. My ankles are bound together, so I can’t move, and I’m okay with that. I’m okay with all of this.
His mouth collides with mine once more as his fingers unerringly go to my pussy. He plays with me, teasing and taunting, titillating me with each caress until I’m wriggling underneath him, my arms digging into his back, the nails arcing into claws that grow slick with his blood as I fight the desire he’s making me feel.
When he lifts up slightly, a rictus of pain from my touch twisting into outright bliss, I moan when his cock lands against my pussy. He rubs it along the crevice, then slowly pushes inside me.
I see stars, because the decadent thrust is nothing like I expected. There’s no rush, no pressure, no nothing. Not because the urgency isn’t there, but because he’s showing me something important.
That he loves me.
He’s making love to me. It’s Savio style, but love nonetheless.
I shudder into his kiss when our mouths reunite again, and slowly, he takes me how he needs me, how I need him to take me.
It’s slow and soft, gentle. But also deep and hot and so arousing that I can’t seem to catch my breath.
I know to be quiet from last night, but he swallows any sound I make, and I much prefer that to a gag. Maybe he does too, because as he thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt, his tongue never stops tangling with mine.
My eyes ache with tears that begin to fall, because this?
It’s more than I ever expected, more than I ever thought I’d get.
I feel cherished.
Adored.
I never expected to feel that way.
The orgasm isn’t like last night. Instead, it’s like a slowly building mushroom cloud. But once it overtakes me, it’s as sudden as a summer storm.
Going nowhere fast.
My body strains as I experience a passion so pure, I want to shout out hosannas, but I can’t.
So I don’t.
Instead, I internalize it, and that only makes it ten times hotter.
When he comes inside me, he rests his forehead against mine and continues stroking me through my never-ending implosion.
“Thank you,” he whispers, when I sag beneath him, but that doesn’t stop me from pouting when he pulls out. Like he can’t bear to be parted for long, he rearranges my legs swiftly, then moves beside me. There’s no space between us though. My body touches him all the way down, and there’s nothing sexier than him being naked, yet me being fully dressed except for my crotch.
Like before, I feel decadent though.
I don’t care that my pussy is on display and that I’m leaking cum onto the sheets.
I’m happy. And I know that’s wrong.
Gianni just died. Tonight, we’re going to get justice for him.
But I’m with Savio, and that’s all I need.
His hand comes to my stomach, and he whispers, “Do you think—”
I place mine above his, knowing what he’s saying without him having to finish the sentence. “I hope so.” I dig my fingers into his, bridging them, tying us together. “Are you okay with that?”
He audibly gulps. “I never thought I’d be a dad.”
“Why would you? You didn’t know I was looking for you, did you?”
He releases a shaky sigh, perhaps taken aback by my candor. “No. I didn’t.” A pause hovers between us before he eventually murmurs, “Thank you for finding me.”
I grin up at the ceiling until a thought hits me. I turn my face into his throat. “You can show me your thanks by being safe tonight. He’s a dangerous man.”
“I know.”
Neither of us say a word though. He could get hurt tonight, and I’m