Page 115 of The Devil's Fire

A wave of intense emotion swept through me, causing my breath to catch and my stomach to dance with butterflies. I opened my mouth to say something but shut it quickly again as I looked at Damiano, surprised at what was about to leave my mouth.

Did I really feel like this toward him? I wasn’t sure what this new feeling was. Ever since I laid eyes on this mesmerizing Devil, my entire life turned upside down, and now he was all I could think about.

Not trusting myself with words, I wrapped my arms around his neck as I slowly leaned in until our lips met in a soft kiss. Damiano pulled me flush against him with a hand behind my neck as he deepened the kiss.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispered against my lips, and I let out a cheeky smile.

“Don’t piss me off, and you won’t have to suffer.” I teased. He clicked his tongue, a smile playing on his lips.

“Mhm, beauty and danger. You’re quite the lethal combination. So damn enticing.” A low, guttural rumble escaped his throat as he grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me.

I wrapped my legs around him, resting my head against his.

“I’ve missed you too.” I whispered.

“Show me.” Damiano smirked, walking until he sat on the edge of the bed with me on his lap.

My body heated with excitement as our lips met again. The relentless pressure of his mouth on mine was intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to feel all of him right now.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, greedily feeling his muscular, tattooed body.

Damiano gripped my hips, pressing his hard length against me, and let out a low groan as I slowly rolled my hips. Piece by piece, our clothes were thrown aside. He let out a satisfied sound as he looked at my naked breasts, my nipples already hard.

With a devious smile, I pushed him onto his back, taking him by surprise, and straddled his hips.

“Fuck…” Damiano grunted when I took a hold of his hard cock, positioning myself so I was grinding my wetness along his length.

“I’ll show you just how much.” I held my breath as I slid down, taking all of him in as I exhaled a moan.

“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.” He moaned, slapping his hips against me.

“Damiano…” I bit my lip. The sensation of fullness had me rocking my hips faster. It was so intoxicating and so fucking amazing.

“Let me hear you, baby. I want you to scream my name.” Damiano rubbed his thumb on my clit, helping me build up my pleasure faster.

Shockwaves scattered throughout my nerve endings as he held me tightly, quickening his pace as he fucked me wildly. I snapped my head back. The pleasure was blinding, his cock sliding in and out of me as he edged me closer to my orgasm.

“Come for me, Althaia. Come all over my cock.” Damiano growled, his voice so hauntingly deep that it felt as if it was coming from the depths of hell. That was all it took for my orgasm to come crashing down, making me scream so loudly that my throat grew hoarse.

“Fuck, piccola. Fuck!” Damiano roared, baring his teeth as he spilled his cum inside of me.

Our heavy breathing filled the room, our bodies in a light coat of sweat. I sank onto his chest, and his arms instinctively found their place around my waist.

thirty-seven

Althaia

“Do we have to do this now’?” I groaned to Arianna as she dragged me and Cara downstairs to their gym. Apparently, a new day meant a new activity, and today we were going to learn self-defense.

“You should be the last one to complain when it’s you who’s had near-death experiences.” Arianna retorted as we entered the gym.

I grumbled but followed her anyway to a big mat for wrestling. Luckily, I would be more of an observer while Cara had to mock fight Arianna. I was already praying for Cara because she was going to get her ass kicked.

The look on her face showed just how much she didn’t want to.

We were not the only ones in the gym. Raffaele, Damiano, Lorenzo, and another guy, whom I didn’t know, were working out. I slightly bit down on my lip as I focused on Damiano.

He stood in nothing but shorts, beads of sweat glistening on his body as he relentlessly pounded the punching bag. I gawked at the way his muscles in the back looked intricately sculpted. I stared, captivated by his insanely defined back muscles.

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