Page 53 of She Belongs to Me
“Non ti lascerò mai andare.”
I will never let you go.
I meant it more than I’d meant anything in a long time. That terrified me more than enemies or danger, bullets or death.
Tossing the trousers aside as I’d done before, the fact my cock was standing at full attention meant I’d yet to satisfy my needs.
I straddled her body, lowering my head to whisper in her ear, “You are mine.”
She murmured in her sleep, shifting back and forth. It was difficult not to be rough with her and I wasn’t certain why. Nothing about her behavior defied me to the point of madness. Maybe the entire situation did.
With no sense of decency cropping up, I dragged her onto her knees, now holding her by her fabulous ponytail. Hair was loosely falling to the side, but the hold was perfect. I should require her to wear a ponytail at all times for my use only.
“What are you doing?” she asked. I was shocked she didn’t fight me, thinking I was a monster.
She’d murmured during the night too, the dream bothering the hell out of me. It was obvious Adonis had threatened her in such a way, she’d manifested the violent incident into her dreams.
I would kill the fucking bastard for what he’d put her through.
“What am I doing?” I repeated. “I’m fucking you. I can’t get enough.”
She wiggled in my hold, which enticed me even further. This wasn’t about intense passion or learning her body. More of that would come with time. This was about meeting my needs. I was still a man with hungers that had been awakened as if from the dead.
By my goddaughter.
It was time to toss out that word, never to use it either mentally or verbally again. Especially since I’d just driven the entire length of my cock into her slickened folds. She’d been so tight the first time and still was, only wetter than she’d been before.
I kept my hold on her ponytail and she bucked against me as I fucked her. We were moving together as if one, our bodies perfectly matched. I wanted nothing more than to keep going for hours, but I certainly didn’t have the endurance I once did.
But this moment was perfection, the way her muscles clamped down everything a man could want and more.
I could feel she was close to another orgasm. I had a feeling no man had taken the time to pleasure her the way she deserved.
Her soft mews and tiny moans continued to fuel the fire burning deep within. As her body stiffened, I pumped harder. It had been a long time since I’d enjoyed this so much; the sound of my skin slamming into hers almost fulfilled every need.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”
Every sound she made was perfect, soft yet inviting, so seductive it made me growl like a beast. Her climax seemed to last for an extended period of time and both my cock and balls were aching.
I didn’t question what I was about to do. In claiming her earlier, it meant I was taking all of her. Every inch. I pulled out, pressing the tip against her asshole. She stiffened, trying to toss her head over her shoulder.
“That will hurt!” It seemed her words were more clinical than emotional.
“No, my little flower. Some discomfort only. Trust me.”
“I do, but…”
“Just trust me.” I wanted her to. I needed for her to trust me. It was important on every level. To keep her safe.
To keep her from going off the deep end.
To keep her as mine.
As soon as I pressed another inch inside, she arched her back, clawing the bedding.
“Breathe,” I told her, whispering other words in Italian that she couldn’t understand, but I knew would comfort her. I rubbed her back, running my finger down her spine. I even cracked my hand against her bottom. She yelped and laughed, widening her legs without me asking her to do so.
She had a way of making a man feel like a king. Everything was surreal and I continued on, pushing another inch inside while trying to allow her to become used to the wide girth.