Page 61 of Savage Claim

I leaned down and took her earlobe between my teeth, nibbling. “Dolcezza,” I murmured to her, and a shiver traveled down her spine.

“Yes,” she hissed out, trying to buck into my touch and whining when she couldn’t. “Please.”

I clicked my tongue against my teeth. “This is a punishment,” I murmured. “If I give you what you want, then it wouldn’t be very effective, would it?”

Reaching between her thighs, I ran my fingers through where she was wet and wanting. Isabella moaned pitifully because I knew that it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. I toyed with her for a while until she was shivering. “Please,” she whined. “I need—” I sank my finger into her pussy, and she clamped around me, as if she were trying to suck me in. “Yes.”

I fucked into her with deliberate, steady thrusts, curving into that spongey spot inside of her that made tears spring to her eyes. As her breathing quickened, and her hips tried to kick into my touch, I slid away, leaving her gasping. “Whaaaat?” she mumbled. “Why?”

I waited for her to calm down, kissing softly at her shoulder, before I started up again. This time I circled her clit with my thumb, and her noises took on a near-hysterical pitch. Just as her thighs began to shake, I pulled away again, leaving her wanting.

A thought sprung to mind, and I rolled away from her. “I’ll be right back,dolcezza.”

*Isabella*

There was an electric buzzing beneath my skin. Two orgasms being wrenched away from me left me aching and wanting.What in the fuck is he doing?

I listened hard, trying to figure out what Lorenzo might be planning next, but he was all but silent as he sank back on the bed. He touched me again, but along with his fingers came something cold and…rubbery.

“What is that?” I asked, trying to jerk away, groaning when I wasn’t able to. A part of me enjoyed being tied up and at Lorenzo’s mercy, but right now, I would give anything to roll over and be in his arms.

I heard a softclick, and then whatever he was holding against me began to vibrate, and I was immediately thrown into a pleasure that was almost overwhelming. “Lorenzo,” I cried out, nearly panicked.

He hushed me softly. I felt his lips against the back of my shoulders, along the nape of my neck. “That feel good,dolcezza?”

It did, but I couldn’t relax knowing that it was all going to be taken away from me. “Please,” I begged as my lower belly went tight. It built and built and built and?—

Lorenzo pulled the vibrator away, and I nearly screamed as the pleasure was suddenly gone. I sucked in a breath, trying to steady myself, but I couldn’t.

“You’re taking it so well,” Lorenzo murmured. “You can handle a few more, right? You trust me, don’t you?”

I was crying, trembling, but I did trust him. Even if this was hard and would stretch me to my limits, I knew that Lorenzo would be there to catch me. I let that thought relax me, keening at the praise he whispered in my ear, even as he pressed the vibrator back against my clit. It buzzed back to life, and my spine bowed. Pleasure that was almost painful gripped me again, and I clenched my hands into fists, ground my teeth together, anything that might anchor me against this assault on my senses.

But it was no use. I whimpered as I began to climb that peak again, and just before I could reach the top, Lorenzo took it away. Instead of letting me come down fully, however, the vibrator was back before I had caught my breath. When he turned it on, the setting was higher, and I screamed. Pleasure and pain roared over me, sending my body into spasms, and I tried to clamp my thighs shut around his hand, but he kept me spread with an ease that made me feel even more helpless.

I couldn’t breathe. I was spiraling. My safeword, my “make it stop” word, was on the tip of my tongue, but before I could utter it, Lorenzo swore, “Oh, fuck this,” and all but threw the vibrator away. Before I could shriek out my frustration, he shifted, and then he was pressing himself, hot and hard and too much, inside of me.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my neck. “You have to relax,dolcezza. You’re clenching down so hard I can barely move.”

I tried to listen, I really did, but my mind had spiraled into that place that was soft and somewhat detached from the rest of me. I could feel the zaps of pleasure zipping up my spine, coiling through my belly, but I was also floating above that.

Lorenzo reached above us, and my arms went slack. He brought them down, and we were wrapped up in one another. “Be here with me,” he growled as he thrust into me.

It took a moment to force myself back into a body that felt more like a shaking, raw nerve, but then: “M’here,” I murmured, voice hoarse. I brought his hand, clasped in mine, up to my mouth and kissed it clumsily, reassuringly.

“Come with me,” he commanded. Our bodies clapped together in a way that would be completely embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good. “Now,dolcezza.”

As if my body was completely attuned to answer his demands, I soared into orgasm, shaking and whining as I was finally able to let all of that horrible tension go. Lorenzo’s hips jerked, grunting, as he spilled himself inside of me.

We lay there for a long while afterward, holding each other. “I meant to stretch this out for longer,” Lorenzo admitted, “but youlooked so damn beautiful, taking everything that I gave you. I couldn’t resist.”

I patted his hand, laughing breathlessly. “Thank God for that.”

CHAPTER 39

Isabella

Ilooked down at the spot of red on the towel that I had been drying myself with. This was getting old. Lorenzo was pulling a new shirt on when he turned to look at me. “Are you hung—” Lorenzo’s voice faded as his eyes landed on the blood.

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