Page 34 of Temptation

As the silence stretches on, it begins to gnaw at me. The presence of the hulking mass of a man sitting beside me becomes impossible to ignore. His cologne mingles with the humid sea air, filling my nostrils with each breath I take. Though our bodies don’t touch, I can feel the heat radiating from him. Or perhaps it’s the wine working its way into my system, making me feel warm. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him. He fidgets withhis glass, his jaw clenching intermittently as he stares straight ahead at nothing in particular. His glass is still more than half full when he suddenly tilts his head back and downs the dark liquid as if it were water.

Once the glass is empty, he carelessly tosses it into the sand and turns his body toward me.

The intensity in his gaze makes me gulp. Fabrizio reaches for the glass in my hand with such casual confidence that some of the liquid spills over the rim. Without a moment’s hesitation, he discards my glass as well, the crimson wine soaking into the sand where it lands. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper. Even in the darkness, I can see the shimmering intensity in his eyes. He wets his lips, his gaze fixed on mine. “Living,” he replies simply.

The way he captures my lips with his is nothing short of spectacular. Fabrizio cups my cheek with his large hand, his thumb gently brushing back and forth, holding my lips captive. Goosebumps erupt along the length of my body as he slowly drags his tongue along my lips, his movements gentle and almost reverent.

As he parts my lips and slides his tongue inside, the unexpected level of passion sends tingling sensations shooting through my body. His kiss is a slow, lingering exploration, each movement igniting a fire within me. The moment is so intense, so consuming, that the rest of the world fades away, leaving just the two of us in this shared intimacy. Sliding my arms around his neck, I entwine my fingers in his hair, feeling the silky strands slip through my fingers as I pull him closer to me. With every passing second, the kiss deepens, and I lose myself more in the intoxicating moment. The world fades away, leaving only the sensation of his lips against mine, a fervent dance of passion. I don’t think I have ever been kissed with so much intensity in my life. No other man has ever ignited the embers within me, flamesthat have longed to be set ablaze, as Fabrizio does. The tingling sensation between my legs begins as a primal urge, surging up through my body, igniting my brain, and tugging at my heart with a force that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. This feeling is entirely different from anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s something new, something raw and unfiltered.

With one hand gently cradling my neck and the other firmly grasping my waist, he pulls me closer until our bodies are pressed together, chest to chest.

The heat of his skin seeps into mine, creating a connection that feels almost electric.

My lips feel swollen and tender as he pulls away momentarily, his breath hot against my skin. He carefully lowers my upper body onto the soft blanket beneath us, his movements deliberate and filled with a tenderness that makes my heart race even faster. Propped up on his elbow, he lies beside me, easing his hand under my top. His fingers trace a slow, tantalizing path over my nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

When he darts his tongue back into my mouth, I can’t help but moan, the sound escaping me involuntarily as he resumes his tender caresses. “I could listen to those little sounds you make all day,” he whispers against my lips, his voice a husky murmur that sends another wave of heat through me.

The heat of the moment between us intensifies, our shared desperation growing with each flick of our tongues. Primal sounds rumble from his throat as his actions become more urgent, more frantic.

He sucks on my tongue, his need palpable as he pushes my legs apart, his touch both demanding and gentle. Shivers run down my spine as he drags his fingers down my inner thigh, each touch a promise of what’s to come. Just before he reaches the damp fabric of my panties, I place my hands on his chest and push him away, my mind racing.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathless and uncertain.

“What do you think?” His lips curl into a smirk, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“But… here?” I glance around the dark, deserted beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore the only witness to our intimacy.

He raises an eyebrow, looking around with casual confidence. “What’s wrong with that?”

“What if somebody sees or hears—” My words are cut off as Fabrizio silences me with another searing kiss.

“I don’t care. I just can’t wait any longer to be inside you,” he growls against my lips, his arousal evident as his cock pulses against my hip in eager anticipation. The intensity of his desire mirrors my own, and in that moment, nothing else matters but the two of us and the fire we’ve ignited. My fingers tremble with anticipation as they find the first button of his shirt, and with a sense of urgency, I begin to undress him. Each button undone reveals more of his tantalizing skin, and I spread my legs a little further, issuing an unspoken invitation. My fingertips dance across Fabrizio’s firm torso, tracing the lines of his defined muscles. They glide over his chiseled pecs, savoring the warmth of his skin, before descending to grip his erection through the soft, yielding material of his shorts. A shiver of excitement runs through me as I feel his hardness beneath my touch.

“Fuck,” he growls, his voice rough with need, a desperate edge underlying his tone. The sound makes a smile curve my lips against his as I revel in the power of his desire. Fabrizio’s hand finds its way to my core, his fingers skillfully caressing my aching nub through the damp fabric of my panties.

The sensation is electrifying, causing my breath to hitch and my heart to race. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my voice a mere whisper of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. He movesbetween my legs with a predatory grace, his eyes devouring the sight of my body sprawled out beneath him. His gaze is hungry, filled with a raw need that sends a thrill of anticipation through me. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my mouth watering at the sight of him freeing his erection, the promise of what’s to come driving me wild with desire. Every cell in my body is alive with an undeniable, burning need. I am ready to beg him to take me, to quench the fire raging within me. Finally, he moves my panties to the side, and with one powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. The sensation is exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that leaves me breathless. He rotates his hips, positioning himself above me, his forearms braced on either side of my head. I feel the muscles in my pussy clench around his throbbing shaft, my body instinctively seeking more friction, more of him. Slowly, he pulls out, the sensation leaving me aching and empty, only to slam back in, filling me once more with a force that makes me cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh. Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back and arching my back. My arms slide around his neck, pulling him closer as I meet each of his hard thrusts with equal fervor. His mouth claims mine, his tongue dominating, swishing back and forth in a savage dance that leaves me dizzy with pleasure.

The sounds we make together are incredible and primal. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, and the growls and moans that escape our lips all blend together in a symphony of raw passion. Each thrust, each touch, pushes us closer to the edge, until finally, we both reach our climax, our cries mingling in the air. As the waves of pleasure subside, he collapses beside me, his breathing ragged.

He pulls me into his arms, holding me close as we both come down from the heights of our shared ecstasy. Wrapped in his embrace, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of our lovemaking, I feel a profound sense of connection andcontentment. After lingering in that serene moment for a while, silently gazing at the star-studded sky, I quietly follow Fabrizio back into the house. The stillness of the night air seems to seep into my bones, leaving me feeling a bit lost and unsure of what I am supposed to do. Standing in the middle of the bedroom, I watch as Fabrizio starts to undress, the muscles in his back rippling with each movement. There’s no rational reason why sharing a bed with a man who just fucked me, and had done so before, should make me feel so damn nervous. Yet, here I am, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Is everything alright?” he asks, his voice breaking through my turbulent thoughts.

I glance down at myself, still aware of his cum slowly dripping down my thighs. “I think I need a shower,” I respond, my voice barely above a whisper.

The warm water cascades over me, washing away the sweat, sand, and traces of our earlier encounter. As I scrub my skin clean, I can’t shake the bewilderment that’s settled over me. The sudden shift in Fabrizio’s behavior has my head spinning, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Wrapping myself up in a fluffy towel, I pad back into the bedroom, feeling refreshed but still unsettled. Fabrizio is already lying in bed as I step inside. As soon as I close the door behind me, he sits up; with the blanket gone, my eyes fall on his erection, hard and ready for another round. My mouth waters at the sight, a primal desire awakening within me as I wonder how he tastes. He reaches for my hand and pulls me towards him, positioning me between his legs. Without a word, he tugs the towel from my body and inhales deeply. His hands cup my ass cheeks, pulling me even closer until his head is buried between my breasts. The slight tingling of his tongue sends a delicious shiver down my spine and a wave of heat to my core.

I rake my hands through his hair, inhaling sharply as he licks and sucks on my nipple before pulling me onto the bed with him. “Again?” I laugh, barely having recovered from our passionate encounter on the beach.

“Apparently, I can’t get enough of you,” he says, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “That’s what you’re doing to me, woman.”

For a brief moment, we lie beside each other, breathing heavily, our bodies tangled together. I slowly reach out and run my fingertips along the dark line of his jaw. The way he looks at me, I think I see a glimpse of something special, a light under the darkness and evil he usually portrays.

I entwine my fingers in his hair and brush my lips against his as I slide my right leg around his waist. Fabrizio growls against my lips, his desire palpable. He pumps his cock a few times before guiding it to my entrance. He only pushes the head of his cock between my slickened folds before jerking me fully against his heated body, grinding his hips back and forth.

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