Page 83 of A Taste Of Darkness

“I am trying.” How could something feel like it was impossible to get inside of me, like it wasn’t supposed to be there, stretching me like nothing ever had before—and yet it felt like something so great that I couldn’t possibly resist it for another second of my life? As if I’d die without it. “Why are you so big?”

“You can take it, cuore mio.”

“Yeah, I can.”

He looked right into my eyes, as he waited a short moment until I drew in a deep breath and exhaled even deeper before he pushed forward, entering me all at once.

I gasped loudly and dug my nails deeper into his skin.

“I’m sorry,” he said again and left a kiss on my lips before moving along my jaw. “I’m so sorry.”

My legs closed around his body as he bent his right elbow and his hand slid around the back of my neck, lowering himself on me.

His face was buried in the crook of my neck, and he tasted, teased, and nipped on my sensitive skin.

“Milo,” I moaned the moment he pulled back slowly and pushed back inside.

“I know,” he whispered back.

Every inch of him felt like a small piece of heaven inside of me, filling me up so well that I wasn’t sure whether the stars above me were real or my imagination.

“You’re doing so good for me, my love.”

I was lost in him, his movements, his scent, and the way he kissed me. Completely caught up in each of his touches, the little words he murmured, and how his chest vibrated against my body when he moved inside of me.

My heart beat rapidly inside my chest, thumping harder each time his hips met mine.

With time, his thrusts turned faster, more forceful. He found a steady rhythm that made it hard to breathe, hard to kiss him back.

His body was pressed against mine, skin touching, his hand supporting my head while another intertwined with my own. I closed my fingers around his hand as if it were the last thing I’d do.

Milo’s lips lay on mine, tongues tangling for a moment before I found his lips by my ear, hearing his soft sounds, his heavy breathing, and the tiny whimpers he let out.

“You take me so well, cuore mio,” he whispered. “Come for me, love. Come all around my cock like a good girl.”

He pushed into me a little harder than before, and suddenly, he let go of my hand and brought it between our bodies, finding my clit. He drew circles with his thumb, and almost instantly, I could feel myself tremble.

The more he thrust in and out of me, the more the temperature on my skin seemed to increase. My veins ignited with a thousand sparks as my orgasm hit me with such an intensity that my vision began to darken, and it felt like I was going to pass out.

I shattered into a million pieces around him, soaring through the sky with a high like I’d never experienced before in my life.

My legs tightened around him, and I could hear his low groan escape his lungs.

Milo thrust into me two or three more times before his teeth sank into the skin on my shoulder as his orgasm consumed him and he collapsed against me. Slow, small strokes kept us both gasping until he stopped moving.

I closed my eyes, barely noticing the smile that was tugging on my lips as Milo laid his lips on my shoulder. My arms loosened around his neck, though I still held him close as I didn’t want him to leave me just yet.

A part of my brain wasn’t sure whether he’d be able to stand the sight of me now that he had me. What if this was all he wanted? And now that he got it, he would be disgusted by me.

What if all his words meant absolutely nothing and were just there to lure me into his trap?

I raked a hand through his hair and my face scrunched up at the odd feeling of him slowly softening inside of me. I took a sharp breath when he pulled out of me and sat up to remove the condom.

Milo wrapped the used condom up in a tissue, then adjusted his pants before his eyes fell on mine.

He smiled at me softly as he reached for my wrists and pulled me up to sit, then took my dress and pulled it over my body to cover me up again.

“Are you okay?” he asked, cupping my face with his hands.

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