Page 19 of Alessio DeLuca

But I force myself to slow down, to savor her. My hands skim over her curves, learning her lines and hollows. She’s so fucking soft, so responsive. Every touch, every kiss draws a breathy little moan from her swollen lips, like I’m playing her body in perfect harmony.

“Please,” she gasps, her nails digging into my skin. “Alessio, I need…”

“I know, baby,” I soothe her, even though my control barely hangs by a thread. “I got you. Gonna give you everything you need.”

I sweep her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom, laying her on the crisp white sheets. She looks up at me, eyes dark with desire and something else, something that makes my chest ache.

She whimpers, her voice raw and pleading, “please, Alessio…”

A savage emotion rips through me at her words. She’s giving herself to me, body and soul. Offering me everything I’ve ever wanted, ever craved.

And I take it. I take her, with a ferocity that borders on feral. I worship every inch of her, my hands and mouth mapping her curves until she’s shaking and incoherent with pleasure. Licking at the tender skin behind her knees, I hook her legs over my shoulders, then work my way up to her pussy. She’s hot, wet, and fucking delicious. I lap at her long and deep, suck on her folds, tongue her entrance, graze her clit with my teeth, my large hands filled with the round globes of her full ass. And then, when she’s shaking and trembling, fucking begging, I lower her to the mattress, pull out my dick and rub the head along the length of her dripping slit. Up and down, from her asshole to her clit. Swirling around each hole, driving us both fucking nuts. When I know neither one of us can stand this amazing torture anymore, I bury myself deep inside my girl, her slick heat gripping me like a vice.

Maty cries out, her back bowing as I fill her. I have to grit my teeth against the urge to rut into her like an animal, to take and take until there’s nothing left. But I hold back, determined to make this good for her.

For long, drugging minutes I stroke into her, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her keen and thrash. She meets me thrust for thrust, her body molding to mine like we were made to fit together.

I roll my hips, rubbing the pad of my calloused thumb to push away the hood of her clit and she shatters in my arms, my name on her lips like a prayer… I follow her over the edge, emptying myself inside her in long, shuddering pulses. Claiming her, branding her. Making her mine in the most primal way possible. Filling her to the brim. Wet sounds filling the room, skin slapping against skin, blending with my hoarse cries and Maty’s keens. The smell of sex and our mixed scents making me dizzy.

After, I gather her boneless, sated body in my arms, pressing kisses to her damp temples. She curls into me, her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine. Like she can’t bear to have an inch of space between us.

I know the feeling.

This fucking woman, this brilliant, infuriating, captivating woman… she’s burrowed into my heart, into my very soul. She’s the chink in my armor, the weakness that could bring my whole empire crashing down.

And I can’t find it in me to care.

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Maty

I wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and when I return, he catches me before I can slide back into the bed. I melt into Alessio, my fingers tangling in his silky hair as he devours me. The heat of his mouth, the velvet rasp of his tongue against mine - it’s intoxicating, overwhelming in the best possible way. I can taste a hint of Cuban tobacco. But beneath, there’s something richer and darker. Something that is pure, undiluted Alessio DeLuca.

It calls to me on a bone-deep level, awakening nerve endings I didn’t even know existed. Every drag of his lips, every nip of his teeth sends sparks of electricity scattering across my skin, firing up the low ache building at my core.

“Alessio,” I manage to gasp as he trails delicious open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat. “Please…”

I can feel the curve of his smile against my fevered skin, smug and devastating. “Please what, love?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me like a caress. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I breathe, dragging his mouth back to mine. “I fucking need your cock.”

With a low growl, he walks me backwards until my shoulders hit the floor-to-ceiling windows. The glass is shockingly cool against my overheated flesh, a delicious counterpoint to the furnace of Alessio’s body pinning me in place.

I shudder as his clever fingers caress my sensitized skin, devouring me with his ravenous gaze.

Alessio’s eyes blaze as they rake over me, his pupils blown wide with hunger and desire.

“Christ, look at you,” he rasps, one large palm cupping my breast, his thumb circling my nipple.

I arch into his touch with a needy whimper, my tits pebbling painfully. He circles the straining peaks with the pads of his fingers before pinching just hard enough to get me to the edge of pain and pleasure.

My head falls back on a throaty moan, my nails digging into his massive shoulders.

I need to feel him, skin to skin. Need to map the rigid planes and angles of his magnificent body with my hands, my mouth.

He indulges me for a moment before batting my hands away. He’s bare before me, acres of olive skin and sculpted muscle that I long to explore again with my tongue.

But he doesn’t give me the chance. With a grace that shouldn’t be possible for a man his size, he drops to his knees, those broad shoulders nudging my trembling thighs apart.

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