Page 67 of Pietro
He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure to make my body tremble.
His lips close around the sensitive nub, sucking gently at first, then harder as my thighs tighten around his head. When he slips a finger inside me, I cry out, my hips lifting off the desk.
"Look at me," he commands, removing his mouth only to replace it with the pad of his thumb.
I force my head up, meeting his intense stare. The sight of him kneeling between my legs, his lips wet from tasting me, sends a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. His thumb keeps up steady pressure on my clit as his finger continues pumping inside me.
"Just like that,Nora," he growls. "Watch me while I make you come."
He lowers his head again, his tongue replacing his thumb as he adds a second finger. The stretch sends sparks behind my eyelids as he curls his fingers against that perfect spot inside me.
His tongue works in relentless circles while his fingers stroke me from within. The dual sensations build until my entire body trembles with impending release.
I can't look away from the possessive hunger in his eyes as he brings me closer to the edge. When his teeth graze my clit gently, then his tongue soothes the sting, I shatter.
My back arches off the desk as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I scream his name, my thighs clamping around his head as I ride out the convulsions that seem to go on forever.
He doesn't stop until I'm limp and trembling against the desk, his fingers still moving inside me to prolong the aftershocks. When he finally withdraws, I feel empty and boneless, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PIETRO
The sight of her spread out on my desk, her body still shuddering from her release, makes me harder than I've ever been.
Her skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, her breathing ragged. Fuck, she's beautiful.
"Up," I command, my voice rough with need. "Now."
Nora pushes herself up on trembling arms, her green eyes glassy with pleasure. I grip her hips and spin her around so she's facing away from me.
Her back arches beautifully as I press against her, her ass fitting perfectly against my throbbing cock.
Her scent fills the air—vanilla mixed with her arousal and my own hunger. I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in as I hold her tight against me.
My hand travels down her stomach, fingers slipping through wet heat between her legs. She gasps when my fingers find her clit again, still swollen and sensitive.
"So wet for me," I growl against her ear. "All mine."
She whimpers as I tease her, my fingers circling that perfect bundle of nerves. I can feel her body tensing, ready to shatter again. But I stop abruptly, drawing a frustrated groan from her lips.
I step back just enough to reach into the top desk drawer. My fingers close around one of the foil packets I keep everywhere—the office, cars, every damn room in the compound. Force of habit from years of meaningless encounters. But this isn't meaningless.
Not with her.
Kneeling behind her, I tear open the condom with my teeth. The thought flashes through my mind—someday, I won't need these with her. I'll fill her completely, claim every inch of her without barriers.
The idea makes my cock ache even harder.
My hands glide over her curves as I rise, tracing the delicate line of her spine down to the perfect swell of her ass. Her skin is warm silk beneath my palms, flawless and pale.
I smack her ass hard enough to leave my handprint blooming on her skin. She cries out, her body jerking forward before arching back toward me.
"Look at you," I murmur, unzipping my pants and freeing my cock. "Made for me."
I roll the condom on with quick efficiency, my eyes never leaving her body. Every dip and curve is mine to explore.
The way her back arches in invitation. The flush spreading across her shoulder blades. The bruise forming where I bit her thigh. My marks on her skin.
