Page 67 of Prince of Vice

"Isabella," he gasps against my lips, his voice thick with desire. "I need you."

"Show me," I whisper back, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

Primo wastes no time, his hands gliding over my body, feeling me beneath the thin fabric of the sheet. His touch ignites a fire within me, heat pooling between my thighs. As his fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, I wonder if I'll be able to experience all of him tonight.

"God, Isabella," he murmurs, his warm breath fanning over my exposed collarbone as he slides my blouse off my shoulders. "You have no idea how much I want you."

"Show me," I repeat, my voice barely audible.

His attentions are different now, tender and sensual, a stark contrast to the dominating force he can be during our passionate scenes. It's as if he's revealing another side of himself, a hidden vulnerability that draws me in even further.

"Primo," I sigh, my body arching into his touch as he gently cups my breast through the lace of my bra. "Please."

"Anything for you, bella," he promises, his words both a declaration and a plea. And as he slowly undresses me, piece by piece, I can't help but think that tonight, we might just find everything we've been searching for in each other's arms.

My body trembles under his gaze, every fiber of my being craving his touch. This time, Primo doesn't make me wait. His fingers, strong and skilled, tease my nipples. A gasp escapes my lips as the sensations ripple through me, a desperate need for more building within.

"Primo," I whimper, my voice thick with desire.

"Shh, bella," he murmurs against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. He lowers his head to take one nipple into his mouth, and the world narrows to the sensation of his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. As our eyes lock, I see the passion burning within him, but also a tenderness that steals my breath away.

"Open your mouth, Isabella," he commands, his voice a sultry whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. I comply without hesitation, and he slips two fingers inside, the taste of him filling my senses. "Get them nice and wet, just like that."

I suck on his fingers eagerly, wanting to please him in every way possible. He gives me a wicked smile before withdrawing his fingers from my mouth, trailing them down my throat, between my breasts, and further down until they reach their destination. The sensation of his slick fingers slipping inside me makes my back arch, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

"God, you're beautiful like this," he tells me, his voice filled with raw emotion. "Your breasts bouncing with my movements, your wet heat wrapped around my fingers... It's intoxicating."

"Primo, I want more," I confess, the words slipping out before I can stop them. "Please, give me everything."

"Anything you want, Isabella, will always be yours," he promises, his eyes dark with desire.

My heart swells with a longing I can't quite put into words. It's not just his body I want, but the man behind the mask – the heart he hides so well. But for now, I'll take what he gives me and cherish every moment.

As he works my body toward completion, he doesn't deny me the pleasure I crave. Instead, he lets my arousal build naturally, his fingers exploring every intimate curve and hollow until I'm teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Primo," I whisper, the feeling of everything we've shared tonight heavy in my voice.

"Let go, bella," he urges, his eyes locked onto mine, daring me to surrender to the passion that consumes us both.

And with those words, the dam breaks, and I soar, lost in the dizzying heights of the pleasure he's given me.

"Primo," I cry out, my voice breaking as the pleasure reaches its crescendo. His name lingers in my ears like a melody, and I can feel him drinking in my screams, savoring the connection that binds us together in this moment.

"Isabella," he murmurs, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they pull away from my trembling form. "You come so beautifully, and you're never more breathtaking than when you're screaming my name."

His words stoke the embers of my lust, transforming them into an inferno that threatens to consume me whole. With a newfound hunger, I slide down his body, my fingers deftly unfastening his silk sleep pants and revealing the hard arousal that matches my own.

"Let me taste you," I breathe, giving voice to the desire that courses through me. Taking him into my mouth, I delight in the weight of him, the way he moans my name, and the sensation of his fingers threading through my hair, guiding me.

"Isabella... you're incredible," he praises, the vulnerability in his voice only serving to heighten my need for him.

But before I can take him any further, he gently tugs at my hair, pulling me off his cock and back up to meet his gaze. There's a tenderness in his eyes that makes my chest ache, a longing that mirrors my own. He cradles me in his strong arms and positions me beneath him once more, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

"Look at me, bella," he whispers, and I find myself lost in the depths of his eyes, captivated by the emotions that dance within them.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to enter me, inch by glorious inch. The stretch is exquisite, and I can't help but gasp as I feel my walls ripple around him, my body welcoming him home. When he finally starts to move, I find myself drowning in the rhythm and scent of him, my world reduced to this moment, this connection that binds us together.

"Primo," I whimper, as he continues to fuck me with a deliberate slowness that borders on torture. But just when I think I can't take it anymore, when I'm on the verge of begging for more, he increases his pace, driving into me with a force that leaves me breathless.

---