Page 28 of Their UnBearable Destiny

Her tongue worshiped his thickness as her hand stroked him at the base. When his head touched the back of her palate she gave his cock a little squeeze. Uberto drew his knees up and one leg brushed the side of her breast. She moaned against his erection and lifted herself fully onto her knees as he slipped into her throat.

“Ana!” Her name was ripped from his throat as her free hand slid down to cradle his balls in her cupped palm. “Yes, yes,” his groan shuddered through them both, “just like that.”

He barely moved as she drew back, sucking at his cock until he was almost on her lips, before she plunged back down to take him all the way into her throat again. And again.

And he lost the ability to speak in his adopted tongue. A litany of Italian poured from his lips like honeyed wine and she let him arch into her throat.

She felt every stroke for the rush it was. Power. She held this power over him. His breathless words, his hands fisting in the sheets, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to breathe, were all because of her.

She swore she could feel his heartbeat, take air from his lungs, hear the thoughts inside of his head.

When he sat up, a roar tearing from his throat, his eyes sizzling with dark heat, she knew what he wanted.

Knew what he needed. She lifted her head, let his cock pull free of her lips, watched the long silken thread that connected them. Wiping it from her lip, she used her thumb to paint the head of his erection and wrapped her hand around its base.

Before he could manage a word, she crawled up straddled his hips. Emiliana swept the tip of him through her slick heat and lowered herself in one languid stretch as he filled her.

When she finally felt his hips press up against her she sighed, tipping her head back, she felt her hair tickle the base of her spine.

“It’s been so long,” she swiveled her hips and felt him shift beneath her. When she turned her head to the side, she saw Uberto’s hand on her thigh. His fingers were splayed open, anchoring her in place. She felt an answering bite on her other thigh and sat up enough to look down into his eyes. “You feel so good inside me.”

“I’ve dreamed of you,” his voice was a low growl of sound. “Over me, under me, how didn’t matter. What mattered was the way I fit inside of you, squeezing me tight.”

She answered him by doing just that, squeezing her body around his thickness.

He sat up even more and she felt the tight pull of his abdominal muscles under her.

Her voice rose half an octave, sighing from her throat. “So tight.”

His hands slid up her thighs to grab hold of her hips. He curled his muscles, lifting into her with a quick thrust and she felt her breath rush out of her lungs.

Uberto repeated the curl and thrust, and she felt her breasts bounce with the force of his movement.

The look in his eyes was predatory and she didn’t mind being his prey, not with him seated deep inside of her body.

He met her hungry gaze and his tight smile gave her just a little peek at his fangs.

“Tell me, Ana,” she felt his voice buzzing through her body, “do you want to ride me?” Another quick thrust pulled a breath into her lungs, easing the light-headed feeling that had her reeling. “Or do you want me on top of you?”

She was half-dazed with desire, her mind roiling with images of both options. The problem was she wanted it all. She wanted it all at the same moment, and she knew it wasn’t possible, but it didn’t stop her from wanting it. Wanting him.

She just wasn’t ready to give over the control just yet. “I want to give as good as I take, ‘Berto. Not just the giver or the receiver.”

“Get up, Ana.” His voice was a caress, rather than a command. He tilted his head up toward the wall above him. “Take hold of the headboard.”

He moved when she did and a moment after her hands took hold of the headboard, she felt him tucked in behind her. Uberto leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Move back a little.”

She would have argued over his ‘instructions’ but she wanted and leaned back toward him. The thick head of his erection was there, spreading her folds open with a gentle pressure. She hesitated only a moment before she leaned back, taking him into her body with a moan.

He let her set the pace. She took what she wanted from him and gave him pleasure in return. She wanted his hands and he gave them to her, taking her pleasure to new heights and when she rose up higher on her knees he followed. When she needed his fingers between her legs that’s what she had and when she needed him harder and faster he growled into her ear, “Yes, love.”

And when they each found that point where they saw stars and felt their heat rocketing through their bodies, they found it together, each meeting the other halfway.

As they fell asleep tangled in each other’s embrace, Emiliana offered up a silent prayer that this wasn’t just a moment of time together, but a fresh start for both of them.

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