Page 22 of Bianchi

The air is robbed from my lungs and even if I had the ability to make him stop, I’m not sure I want him to. Currents pass through my body, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel alive. With my wrist still held in his hand above my head, I grab hold of his bicep with the other, digging my fingernails into the flesh as I try to stay grounded.

What is happening?

A whimper echoes around the bathroom, and it takes a second to register that the desperately needy sound has come from me. As our kiss continues, Romeo plunders my mouth, the light pressure on my throat a suggestion that his hunger is as ravaging as mine. Our mouths fight the war that started the moment we met. All the emotions from the past few days—defiance, strength, fear, and anger—battle to win. Neither of us needs air. We feed off each other, allowing life to pass between us with every swipe of our tongues.

Later on, I’ll remember who he is and why I’m here, but right now, I want nothing more than to forget everything that isn’t him. I want to forget that someone has been watching my apartment. That I’ve been taken prisoner by a man who thinks I can get my father to come out of hiding. Or what will happen when my father doesn’t come out of hiding. But most of all, I want to forget all about the men who were killed in front of me tonight.

Romeo releases his hold on my throat and wrist. My body sags from the loss of contact, leaving me bereft. I don’t want to acknowledge how much I like his hands on me and the way he makes me feel so alive.

My treacherous body almost rejoices when he wraps an arm around my waist, taking hold of my thigh with his other hand. His fingers dig into the flesh, but the pinch of my skin does little to bring me out of the sexual fog I’m sinking into. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world, he hooks one of my legs over his arm, and I press my body against his naked chest like I belong to him.

Feeling bold and forgetting who this man is, my fingers dive into his thick hair, pulling on the wet strands and angling his head so I can deepen the kiss. I’m emboldened by the fact that he’s allowing me this moment of power and control, when in reality, I have anything but.

An unmistakable cotton-covered hardness presses into me and a fleeting thought crosses my mind. He never got fully undressed. Did he do that to protect me? What that could mean is gone before I can think about it any further. My body’s natural reaction takes over, and I rock my hips into him, seeking some sort of release for the need burning inside me.

Tearing my mouth away from his, I gasp for air as Romeo trails kisses down my neck and my gulps turn to moans. “I just… I need to… forget,” I whisper, my tone breathy.

Romeo’s only response is a grunt before he moves down my chest. His teeth graze over one puckered nipple before he flicks the bud with his tongue and sucks it deep into his mouth. The pop, as he releases it, echoes around the room.

His hand pushes the globe of my breast up and he swirls his tongue around my nipple again and again before pulling the bud through his bared teeth. The scrape is delicious and sends jolts of arousal through my body. He moves to the other, showing it the same attention.

God, I need more.

I buck my hips into him and move my hand to the nape of his neck, grabbing on to the hair, the movement not enough to ease the desire consuming me. I’m vaguely aware of the water raining down on us as the room fills with steam. Romeo’s hand slips between my legs, finding my slick pussy. Moans tumble from my lips when he pushes his finger inside, stretching me gloriously. It feels like heaven, but it’s still not enough.

Resting his head on my chest, Romeo growls, “So fucking tight, bellissima.”

My voice doesn’t sound like my own when I speak; it’s filled with need and… lust. “I need more. Please, move.”

Adjusting his stance, Romeo widens his legs before sliding in a second finger. His eyes blow wide as he focuses on where his fingers fill me, watching as he thrusts and withdraws them again and again. I take the opportunity to catalog the perfection of his chiseled body as rivulets of water cascade down it. “Ride my fingers like you’ll ride my cock, Aurora. Get that pretty little pussy ready to take me.”

My body is at his command, my hips move without any thought, rolling and grinding on his fingers as I seek out my release. Tingles cascade through my body and my head tips back, knocking against the shower wall. With my throat exposed to him, Romeo grazes his teeth over the vulnerable skin, sending ripples of ecstasy up my spine.

It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. My moans and whimpers bounce around the walls of the bathroom until the sound of the shower is completely drowned out.

“That’s right, Aurora. Take what you need.”

Oh God, I’m so close.

My nails dig into his shoulders as I lose all control. The walls of my pussy spasm around his fingers, and I know in a few short moments I’ll be free falling into ecstasy. Squeezing my eyes closed, I race toward my completion, pleasure building to the ultimate peak. Then it falls away, leaving me breathless and frustrated when he eases his fingers out. I ache, my walls twitching around the emptiness, my hips still grinding the air as I seek out his eyes.

There's a hunger reflected back at me. He looks even more dark and dangerous now than he ever has. I should be afraid, but that look is only heightening my excitement. It’s turning me on even more than I ever thought was possible.

Romeo releases my leg so he can push his boxers down. His cock springs free, but I can’t bring myself to look down. Just from that small bit of contact, I know he’s big and I’m afraid that if I catch sight of him, I’ll push him away and put a stop to whatever this is. And that’s the last thing I want. I need to forget; to fill the void inside of me. I need him to help me do that.

My body tenses when he brings the head of his cock to my entrance. Our eyes connect and he soothes, “Relax, bellissima. You’re strong, you can take it. All of it.”

I don’t know that I can, but I’m sure as hell going to try.

Blowing out a breath, I force my body to relax. My breaths come in short, sharp pants and I’m unable to look away from his dark blue eyes as he eases into me, one thick inch at a time. It feels like he’s tearing me in half. He stretches me to the point of pain, but it soon turns to pleasure as he inches his way in deeper. When he’s fully seated, expletives fall from between his clenched teeth.

As my body adjusts, I roll my hips, testing out the feel of him inside of me. Impaled but in the best possible way.

Using his shoulders and the wall behind me, I lift my hips, bringing him halfway out before I drop back down. Our moans fill the air, and for a moment, he gives me full control. I revel in it, riding him, getting my body acquainted with his size and the feel of him stroking my walls. It’s not a hard or fast pace, but I’m taking what I need and he’s willingly giving it to me.

A feral growl echoes around the room as he takes back control. Romeo’s hips buck, pistoning in and out with a ferocity that alone brings me so close to tumbling over the edge.

Tension builds in my core, and I arch my back, pressing my body into his as the sensations consume me. Driven to the point where I can’t take any more, I snap, and it sends pulses of pleasure throughout my body. My walls clench around him as the most intense orgasm of my life washes through me, and I cry out in ecstasy.

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