Page 63 of Ruined By Capture

I surge forward, pressing my lips against his. This kiss is nothing like our first—it's desperate, frantic, consuming. His mouth moves against mine with fierce hunger, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my head.

Alessio shifts, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he moves over me. The blankets tangle between us, a barrier I can't stand one more moment and start shoving them away as I moan into his mouth, wanting more—needing more. My hands find his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there.

He breaks the kiss long enough to tear his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted torso I've been trying not to think about ever since I bandaged his wound. The sight of him—all power and barely-leashed control—makes heat pool low in my belly.

His hands slide down my body, cupping my ass through the silk pajamas. "Fuck," he growls against my mouth. "Best ass in the entire universe."

The possessive appreciation in his voice ignites something ravenous inside me. I want him—all of him—with an intensity that should terrify me but feels like salvation.

Alessio's fingers find the buttons of my top, tugging at them roughly. I help him with them and it falls open. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver as he tosses the garment aside. His eyes darken as they roam over my exposed breasts, his expression hungry and reverent all at once.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of the pajama bottoms and underwear, dragging them down my legs in onesmooth motion. I lie beneath him, completely naked and vulnerable, but I've never felt more powerful than I do under his gaze.

Alessio crashes his mouth down to my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before sucking it between his lips. The sensation shoots straight to my core and I arch my back, pressing myself more voraciously against his mouth.

Alessio trails his lips lower, leaving a path of hot kisses down my stomach. Each touch sends shivers rippling across my skin. My breath catches as he moves lower still, his stubble scraping deliciously against my inner thighs.

"Alessio," I whisper, uncertainty and need tangling in my voice.

He looks up at me from between my legs, his dark eyes burning with hunger. "Let me taste you,cara mia," he growls, his accent thicker than I've ever heard it. "I need this."

Before I can respond he lowers his face to my center. The first touch of his mouth against me tears a gasp from my throat. His lips press soft kisses against my most intimate place, gentle at first, then growing more insistent.

My fingers twist in the sheets as his tongue sweeps along my pussy. The sensation is overwhelming—hot, wet, perfect. When he finds the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center, my hips buck involuntarily.

"Stay still," he commands, his large hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place.

I whimper as he continues his assault, his tongue circling and flicking with devastating precision. My hands move from the sheets to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands.

"Oh god," I moan, my head thrashing against the pillow.

The pressure builds inside me, a coiling tension that threatens to snap. Alessio groans against me, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure coursing through my body.

When he slides a finger inside me I nearly come undone. He curves it upward, finding a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Alessio!" I cry out, pulling his hair as the tension inside me builds to an unbearable peak.

His mouth works relentlessly against me, his finger pumping in and out in a rhythm that has me climbing higher and higher. I've never felt anything like this—like I'm being unmade and remade with each stroke of his tongue.

The world narrows to just this—his mouth on me, his finger inside me, the pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter until I can't hold back anymore.

When the dam finally breaks it's like nothing I've ever experienced. I scream his name, my back arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy crash through me. My fingers pull at his hair, holding him against me as I ride out the most intense orgasm of my life.

CHAPTER 21

Her taste still lingers on my tongue as I watch her come down from her high. Fuck, she's beautiful—all flushed skin and heavy-lidded eyes. Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, her perfect tits calling to me like a siren's song.

"Alessio," she whispers, her voice ragged with need.

My name on her lips nearly shatters what little control I have left. I rise up to look at her fully, taking in every inch of her body. She's a masterpiece. Her waist dips in before flaring to those hips that have been driving me insane since I first laid eyes on her. Her thighs, still trembling from her orgasm, are slightly parted, inviting me back to the heaven between them.

"Turn over," I command, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "Ass up, belly down."

She obeys without hesitation, rolling onto her stomach and lifting her perfect ass into the air. The sight of her like this—presented to me, waiting for me—makes my cock throb painfully.

I lean down, running my hands over the curve of her ass, squeezing the flesh possessively. "Fucking perfect," I growl, lowering my mouth to the smooth skin. I bite down gently, marking her, claiming her. She gasps, pushing back against me.

"This ass," I murmur against her skin between bites, "should be illegal." Another bite, another mark. "Want to claim it for the rest of my life."

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