Page 76 of The Cruelty of Thorns

I tried to shake my head, to deny his claim, but he held fast, pulling my face up to his while his other hand slid down my abdomen to slip between my legs. His lips were soft against mine, his mouth insistent, his tongue seeking mine; probing, tasting, devouring. I melted against him and he inched me away from the wall and toward the bed while his fingers slipped inside me with a touch as deft as any artist.

He pushed me down onto the bed, breaking contact for the first time as he stepped back and began to undress. First his jacket, then his shirt. I watched, unaware that I held my breath as his defined arms and smooth chest were revealed to me. Lean and muscular, his body tapered down to narrow hips and a perfect vee that disappeared into his low-slung pants. He had the physique of a runner, all sharp angles like his face. I bit my lip when his hand slipped inside the waistband of his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped them, slowly sliding them down while his eyes held mine with a smoldering heat.

He wore no underwear, so he was immediately naked. I had never seen a man’s cock in person. I had felt his the night before when he fucked me in the alley, but I had not seen it. It was long and thick and heavy, the uncircumcised head already glistening with pre-cum.

“Like what you see?” he murmured as he prowled closer, his movements catlike, his full lips curling up in the same smirk I’d seen on him the first night when he caught me watching him through the window of the bar.

He stopped in front of me, standing between my legs, his cock inches from my face, and I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth. I licked my lips, suddenly wanting more than anything to reach out with my tongue and taste him.

“What are you thinking, cuore mio?” He pressed closer, the distance between us as short as a breath. His hand wrapped around his growing erection and brought it closer to my mouth. “Taste it. Let me feel those sweet lips wrapped around my cock.”

I looked up at him, meeting eyes that had bled almost to black, and reached out tentatively with my tongue, lapping at the silky skin. He groaned deep in his throat, emboldening me, and I opened my mouth to allow him to slide inside while swirling my tongue around his head. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time with a hint of the musk that flavored his scent, and I suddenly couldn’t get enough of it. I closed my lips around him, sucking him in deeper, my tongue circling his length, a feeling of pride washing over me as his breath was reduced to short gasps. Knowing I was the one doing that to him.

He began to murmur in Italian as his hands tunneled through my hair and pulled me toward him, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat I gagged and pulled back, and he released the pressure in my neck until I could breathe again. After recovering, I eagerly sucked him back in. I had never felt such power over another person before, and I found it intoxicating. I sucked harder, my tongue teasing at his head, working its way inside his slit until he was rocking against me, his head thrown back in the throes of passion, as close as I had ever seen him to losing control.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned and pulled away. “If you keep doing that, I’ll be over before we start.”

I smiled up at him, pleased with myself while mourning the sudden emptiness of my mouth. He narrowed his eyes and bent down to press his lips against mine.

“I thought you were a virgin before last night.”

“I was.”

“Then when did you learn to do that?”

“Just now.”

He chuckled. “You’re a natural. Makes me wonder what other devious tricks you’ve got up your sleeve.” He wrapped his arms around my back and moved me to where I was centered on the bed before crawling up between my legs. “My turn.”

I thought I would die when his tongue touched my pussy, and then he burrowed it inside and started to lick and suck my clit. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations that were rippling through me.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered, reaching up to grab my chin and force me to watch him. I squirmed on the bed, fisting the covers while fighting to do as he said, but it was the hardest thing I had ever done. He wrapped his hands around my ankles to hold me in place while his tongue continued to work its relentless magic on my pussy. Within minutes I was making sounds I didn’t recognize.

I felt myself tensing, the pleasure wrapping around me so tightly I thought I would burst. My hips thrashed away from him then moved back. I wanted him to stop while hoping he never would, the pressure building to an excruciating level. When he groaned against me, the vibration sent me over the edge. I came hard, my vision blurring, my breath caught in my throat, my heart threatening to pound out of my chest. Wave after wave rolled over me, taking me under, leaving me feeling hollowed out and fulfilled at the same time.

Julianus flicked his tongue over my clit one last time, sending another toe-curling shudder through me, before pushing up on his hands and knees, his expression reminding me of a wanton beast. He crawled his way up my body, his eyes holding mine, his thick cock hanging heavy between his legs.

“Now, cuore mio, I’m going to fuck you so hard that sweet pussy of yours will never forget who owns it. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my eyes locked on his, my breath hitching. He positioned the head of his cock against my opening and teased my lips. I whimpered and arched my back, wanting him inside me now, but he held back, his grin turning feral.

“So impatient. Good, I like you hungry for me.”

When he finally entered me, if was swift and brutal. I gasped and felt tears prick my eyes at the sudden change. His breath was hot on my neck, his deep voice whispering words I didn’t understand as he began a slow pounding assault on my body. It felt like his cock was so deep inside me it would hit the back of my throat, and still he dug for more. I surprised myself by meeting each thrust head on, my lustful moans sounding foreign to my ears.

There was nothing gentle or loving about this coupling. He wasn’t treating me like the fragile flower everyone thought I was. He was fucking me, animalistic and frenzied, and while I would never have thought I would like something like that, I couldn’t get enough of him.

When I came, I screamed his name while the spasms rolled over me, and still he continued to pound me, chasing his own release. Never giving me the chance to come down from mine, instead building me right back up again until I was sure I would come apart. I mumbled all sorts of nonsense–stop, don’t stop, kill me, drown me. Fuck me. Harder. His laughter was pure wickedness in my ear, his mouth rotating between verbal encouragement and assaulting mine.

I could feel another orgasm building, this one bigger than the last two, threatening to drown me under that wave of pleasure.

“Are you ready for me, cuore mio?” he growled against me. I felt him stiffen, his movements quickening, his breath a harsh pant as he shoved his cock hard inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his hot seed filled me. Hearing him come undone sent me over the edge, my pussy clenching around his cock, and for a moment we were both lost in our own pleasure.

CHAPTER 31

JULIANUS

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