Page 32 of Unbound

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re sorry? That I do not believe, my love. Now open your mouth. Keep your hands to yourself. In fact, put your hands where you really want them to be, Rosa. I can feel your need. I can feel that tingling sensation between your legs. Suck me and make yourself come. Do not disobey me again.”

I nod, biting my lip. Oh God … I’m jittery with it all. Wired. I’ve already come twice and I’m hypersensitive, sore, my poor swollen bud crying out for mercy as I let my fingers drift down towards her. They slip and slide—I’m so slick with need—but finally find a soft rhythm. I stroke myself, and he spends a few moments watching. Then he smiles, a wicked thing, and takes hold of my head to control me. Making sure I’m not a naughty girl, I suppose. He sighs as he slides his cock between my lips, moving slowly, staying in charge.

“That feels so good, cara mia … God, I love fucking your perfect mouth …”

The dirty talk pushes me over the edge, and I shudder into a long, slow orgasm. It rolls through me gently, my shoulders shaking, my eyes rolling wild in my head. Still, he doesn’t come, just pulls out, stares down at me, his cock in his hands and a feral look on his face.

“You’ve come while I fucked your pussy. You’ve come while I fucked your mouth. You know what’s next, cara mia.”

Yeah. I do. And I’m nervous and excited in equal measure. He holds out his hands, helping me up on shaking legs. I’m trembling, wobbling like a newborn foal. He carries me into the bedroom and lowers me down onto the bed. Once I settle, I gaze up at him, gulping in anticipation. We have played around like this before, but this will be the first time we go all the way with it. I’m scared, thrilled, the anticipation building.

“You want this, bella?” he asks. A streak of my blood is on his lips, and he licks it off slowly as I watch. I nod, swallowing. “Good girl. Get on all fours for me, Rosa. Show me that beautiful round ass of yours before I fuck it.”

I do as he asks, my damp hair draped around me, my skin goosebumping for all kinds of reasons. The bed dips as he climbs on behind me, and I go still, expecting a slap maybe or for him to just plunge right in. Instead, his hands run over my ass, soft and gentle. “So damn perfect,” he says, dropping a kiss on each cheek. It makes me giggle and releases some of the tension I’d been feeling. “Perfect, and all mine.”

His hand goes between my legs, and he slides two fingers inside my now very tender pussy. I lean back against him, and he adds another, then another, until I am so stretched and so full it hurts in the best of ways. I rock back and forth, enjoying the friction, the buildup of pressure. The way his probing fingers hit the sweet spots of my very core. “You are greedy, Rosa, as usual …” he murmurs, then pulls out of me. I’m so wet for him that there’s a sucking noise, and I almost feel embarrassed as the creamy juices flow freely down my thighs. Almost. It’s all his fault anyway.

I realize what he’s doing as the bed moves. He’s using my own fluids to lubricate himself. I take a deep breath, lay my head on the pillow. Shift myself slightly, presenting my ass to him, letting him know I’m ready …

He parts my cheeks, and without any warning, he pushes the head of his cock inside me. He makes a guttural noise, and I squeal as he goes deeper. My hands clench the sheets into fists, and my nostrils flare at the pain. He’s a big man, huge, and there’s no denying this hurts, but it hurts in a way that only makes me want more. Makes me want him deeper and harder and faster. As soon as he’s eased all the way in, he leans down, his lips a heartbeat away from my ear. “Tell me what you want, Rosa. Tell me what you need. Use your words.”

He knows that right now I don’t have access to many words. He knows that my head is spinning, my heart is exploding, my entire body is on fire. He knows it, and just for a second, I hate him for it too.

“I want you to fuck me, Luca,” I mutter, pushing back against him, gratified when I hear him moan.

He doesn’t need telling twice. He rails into me: fast, ferocious, furious. I yell as he thrusts, my whole body bouncing further and further up the bed. He leans over me, covers my back with the curve of his body. One of his hands comes to my throat, a squeeze, a constriction that sends a whoosh of pleasure through me. Fingers slide inside my mouth, and I suck on them, bite them, can’t get enough of them. Growling, he sweeps my hair aside, choosing the side of my neck that isn’t already bitten. His fangs are inside my flesh, his fingers are inside my mouth, and his cock … oh God, his cock is pounding away at me, relentless and hard and oh so very damn good. His other hand reaches around my hips, between my thighs, his fingers slipping through my folds. He strokes my clit, invades my pussy, owns me in every possible way.

“You belong to me,” he growls into my ear. “Nobody else will ever touch you again. If they do, I will kill them. This is forever. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” I murmur. “Yes, yes, yes … oh God, Luca!”

If the last orgasm was gentle, this is the opposite. It tears through me like a freight train, my whole body exploding with the sheer ecstasy of it—a shaking, rolling thunder dome of joy and rapture, sending me skyrocketing onto a whole different plane of being. I let out a long, low shuddering moan, falling into a million blissed-out pieces, scattering to the four winds with no clue how I’ll ever put myself back together again.

He calls my name, and while I’m still writhing beneath him, he finally comes. I can feel its power, the release shaking through him, his body juddering behind me as he climaxes. Afterwards, he collapses, at first on top of me, trapping me on the bed. He lets out an exhausted groan, and I can’t help laughing. This big, beautiful man of mine is everything I ever wanted, and the sheer delight of being here with him like this fills me with joy. So what if I have to leave? Right now, I’m here, with him. With my love. We’re both safe, neither of us is on fire, and we just had world-class sex.

“Is that it?” I ask, as he rolls off me and sprawls by my side. “Are you done?”

He wipes the sweat from his forehead and turns to face me, a crooked grin on his stupidly handsome face. “Well. I suppose I could fuck you in the ear if you like? Not sure it’d fit though …”

I slap his chest, then nestle into his arms. They go around me, crushing me close, and I throw a thigh over his hips and hook him in even closer. The possessive instinct goes both ways.

We’re both silent for a few moments, enjoying the closeness, the temporary serenity in the midst of our usual madness.

“I don’t want you to go,” he says eventually. The words are simple, heartfelt. Free of bluster or threat and all the more powerful for it.

I kiss his neck, run my fingers over the dragon wings of his tattoo.

“I know. I don’t want me to go either. But I think … no, I know that I have to. I just have a feeling, a real strong one, that I need to find out more. That is important. It’s not only about the risk of setting you alight⁠—”

“Though that is a valid concern.”

“Yeah, it is. I’ve been so upset about it, about how close I came to harming you. What we just did? I lost myself in it. I lost all control.”

“That’s a good thing, Rosa. That’s how making love should be.”

I smile, touched at the “making love.” It sounds like such a sweet term for what we just shared. “I know that. But already, I’m worried about losing control the next time, and what the consequences might be. I’m a threat to you right now, and I can’t live like that.”

He touches my neck with gentle fingertips. I am marked on both sides, I know. The ultimate hickey. “You don’t think I’m a threat to you?”