Page 82 of Vicious Behaviors
If I had lowered the wall between us earlier to let him in, then this moment of vulnerability just handed Marcello the keys to my heart.
Something inside me breaks. Not for the man the world fears, but for this beautiful, broken man, no one ever cared enough to love. The soul that’s never known softness. Never let anyone close enough for such a thing to even be possible.
That grief… it crushes me.
Instead of pressing him or asking him to trust me, I offer encouragement instead.
“Just kiss me,” I whisper. “We’ll build from there. Just do what feels natural to you. What feels right.”
Marcello nods, as if grateful for me not making his admission harder. Grateful for not having laughed him out of my bedroom for never being with a woman before. As if I could ever.
If he’s never been with a woman, it’s because he was too scared that he might hurt her in some way. But I’m not scared. Marcello won’t hurt me. Last night was proof of that. He’ll leave me before he ever lets his alter get his hands on me.
“Just kiss me, Marcello,” I repeat on bated breath.
His crystal clear eyes soften as he leans in, brushing his lips over mine—tentative, gentle. He lets the kiss guide him, while I melt into it, not rushing the moment, letting myself feel it all.
This is new for me, too. I’ve never taken my time like this. My past hookups were all ten-minute scrambles with strangers I picked up on some dating app who I barely let kiss me on the mouth.
However, with Marcello… kissing him is half the fun. I like how he explores me with his lips. How his tongue moves, slow and searching, as if trying to uncover every secret I have buried. If I weren’t stronger, I’d probably confess every sin I’ve ever committed.
Still, this isn’t about confession. It’s about surrender. Intimacy. Something I’ve never really had a taste of until tonight.
As our kiss deepens, and my breath quickens with need, Marcello picks up on the desperation in every soft pant. He then raises my knee, his hand gently gliding up my calf, approaching the tender skin of my inner thigh. As he reaches the heat of me and grazes his knuckles across my center, I nearly combust.
“Does that feel good?” he murmurs, eyes now dark and heavy with want.
“Yes,” I gasp, gripping his forearm as his fingers slip beneath the edge of my panties, stroking my soaked slit.
“Even from here,” he says, voice husky, “I can smell you.”
“That’s because I want you.”
A shy smile curves his lips, and somehow, it makes him even more devastating. This man is killing me. And if he doesn’t touch me soon, I might actually lose my mind. The plea must be all over my face, because suddenly, his thumb is on me, gently circling my clit in smooth, delicate strokes. I bite my bottom lip to stifle the cry that threatens to escape.
“You really are beautiful,” he mutters, adding the lightest pressure. “Especially now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as beautiful as you.”
I’ve heard practiced lines like that before. However, coming from Marcello? I actually believe him. He’s never said these words to anyone. I can feel it in the way he holds me, touches me. He means every syllable that falls from his gorgeous lips.
“I want to see your face again,” he says, voice low and reverent. “Like I did last night… when you came on my tongue.”
“Oh, my God,” I choke out, barely holding on to sanity.
“Let me see it,bella.Let me see you come on my fingers.”
My cry bursts free, wild and uncontained, as his fingers slide inside me—deep, sure, unrelenting. I clutch his shoulders,holding on for dear life as he works me open, thrusting his digits inside me, testing just how much of him I can sustain.
“Marcello… I… I…” But the words disintegrate on my lips.
My legs begin to shake as his fingers pump harder, faster, dragging me over the edge until I fall apart beneath him, screaming his name as my orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, watching me with wonder as I come down from the heavens, his arms open and ready to catch me in my fall.
My eyelids are heavy, but I force them open, needing to see his face. Dark ocean eyes watch me, taking in every breath, every tremor and shiver my body makes after such a soul-shaking high. There’s awe mixed in his hungry gaze, making my insides liquify from being looked at with such worship and unbridled desire. Marcello surprises me yet again when he shoves his fingers into his mouth, sucking them hard like a depraved man.
“Just as sweet as I remembered.”
My heart stutters as Marcello’s wicked tongue teases me by licking his fingers clean. For a virgin, he sure seems to know how to deliver one hell of an orgasm. So much so that he deserves someone to look after him for a change.
