Page 56 of Damiano De Luca (The Five Syndicates)
I cried out into his mouth, and he swallowed it. Tearing his shirt off, I used my legs to push his sweats and boxer briefs down. He leaned back, pulled my pants and underwear off in one quick movement, and leaned forward again to place an openmouthed kiss between my legs.
I cried out when he slid two fingers inside me. I had touched myself before, but it had never compared to this. My throat closed up when I realized I’d never have this again. I’d leave, and we’d never meet again.
Damian curled his fingers until my wetness coated them. He pulled them out, tore my shirt in two, and snapped my bra in half, so my breasts were bare before him. I arched my back as his fingers entered me again.
He gathered my wetness, spread it around my nipple, and sucked it off. His tongue flicked the hardened bud before he bit down. My hips jerked forward and glided against his erection. I was so wet, it slipped past my lips and partially enter
ed me.
His eyes closed, and he stilled. “Condom. Nightstand.”
If this was our first and last time, I wanted to feel his skin against mine.
I shook my head. “Can we…?”
“Are you on the pill?”
“IUD. And I’m clean.”
Truth was, I’d never had sex before. I’d broken my hymen falling off a horse in fifth grade. So, unless I told him I was a virgin, he’d never know. I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to make leaving hurt more than it had to.
He slid into me, his movements slow and measured. I was so wet, he entered me with ease. Hooking my leg around him, I pushed him forward until he sank completely into me. I rested my arms beside my head as he moved in and out of me. He grabbed one of my hands, holding it as we made love.
I begged my brain to remember this moment forever. Begged it to remember the way his free hand explored my body. The way he pinched my nipples and rubbed slow circles around my clit. The way he dipped his thumb into my mouth after, so I could taste my own wetness. I had a feeling that when I was gone, these memories would be the only valuable things I took with me.
I came with my lips wrapped around his thumb. My moans nipped his skin. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and kissed me as he flipped us, so I sat on top of him. Then he gripped my hips on both sides, and making love turned into fucking.
As he drove into me, faster than I’d thought possible, my walls clenched around him, and his climax followed. He came inside me, and I felt the pulses of his cock. His eyes closed for a moment, and he looked blissful.
I stared down at him and imprinted into my mind the way his face looked with all of his barriers down. Leaning forward, I pressed my forehead against his and closed my eyes, wondering where we would be if we had the world at the palm of our hands.
“Day, I lov—” I cut myself off.
I couldn’t say it.
I couldn’t do this.
Not when I knew I’d leave right after.
He cupped my face and waited until I opened my eyes and stared into his. “I’m in love with you.”
“We’re young.”
“I know what I want.”
“Me?”
A smile tipped his lips. “Yes, you.”
I shook my head. “We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m a Vitali.”
He sat up, lifting me with him. “Pretty soon, my father will no longer have a throne, and there will be nothing in our way.”
“Promise?”
