Page 101 of Monster in Disguise

His hands start tracing down my ribcage, and I shiver from the feather-like touch.

"Do you have protection?" I suddenly remember to ask. I know he's said he wants children in the future, but I don't want to assume he meant in the near future.

He lifts his head for a fraction, his pupils so dilated his eyes are almost black.

"No." He pauses. "But I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone in over a decade." His words surprise me. I'd never imagined a man like Marcello would be celibate for that long. But given his problem with touch... I see how that might impact things. And it makes me feel incredibly honored he's sharing this part of himself with me.

"Me neither," I reply. "I've never made love before." I blush at the words and instinctively lower my head in embarrassment. Technically, I can't even say I've had sex before... not with how my first and only time went, or how little I remember of it.

"Hey." He tips my head up. "I've never made love either. I may have been with others before, but it wasn't... my choice." A small grimace appears on his face. "So this is a first for both of us, okay?"

"Okay." I barely breathe the word out before his mouth is on mine once more. He kisses me for what seems like forever before he moves up, trailing kisses all over my face – my nose, my temples, my forehead.

"I can pull out. I know there is still a risk but..."

"No, don't. I want you, all of you." I want to be his, and I want him to be mine. Any children we may have would be nothing but a blessing.

His expression softens at my words, and he regales me with the most precious smile I've ever seen. My heart is about to burst in my chest.

With a determined look in his eyes, Marcello lifts himself up and swiftly removes his shirt. My gaze lingers on his exposed torso, taking in the defined muscles and smooth skin that I had tried so hard not to stare at before. But now, with permission, I can admire him to my heart's content. He takes my hand and gently guides it onto the plane of his stomach, urging me to explore further.

My fingers tentatively trail over the hard ridges of his abdomen, tracing the curves and dips with fascination. His skin is warm and firm under my touch, a stark contrast to my own softness. Just as I begin to gain more confidence, he stops me and presses a tender kiss to my knuckles before guiding me back onto the bed.

His lips are everywhere, igniting wave after wave of sensation throughout my body.

A whimper escapes my lips when he reaches my breasts, skillfully teasing and sucking at one nipple while gently massaging the other with his hand. Is this how it's supposed to be done? The thought quickly disappears from my mind as he continues to play my body like an expert musician. Every touch elicits a response from me, driving me closer to the edge.

But then he goes lower, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Heat rushes through me as his breath fans over my most intimate place. I shiver in anticipation as he carefully parts my thighs to accommodate his shoulders, bringing himself even closer.

"Marcello!" His name on my lips starts as a question, but as his tongue meets my flesh, it ends on an exclamation.

A mixture of scandal and intrigue floods through me as Marcello groans against my skin, his tongue sending waves of pleasure through my body. Every touch, every kiss, feels like a miracle as I gasp and writhe beneath him.

"You're my fucking miracle," he rasps, his words igniting a fire within me that only he can quench. My hands find their way into his hair, urging him on as he continues to explore every inch of my body with slow, deliberate movements.

With each nibble and suck, he brings me closer to the edge until my limbs start to spasm in pure bliss. And then it happens—an explosion of sensation that leaves me gasping for air. My eyes are wide open in wonder.

I think I heard angels sing!

As I come down from the high, my hands are still gripping onto Marcello's arms for support. As I catch my breath, I can't help but ask.

"What was that?" I huff out, feeling both exhausted and amazed at the same time.

"The most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," he replies with tenderness in his eyes.

He moves back from me, his body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. With fluid movements, he raises himself and undresses, peeling off his pants and underwear to reveal his naked form.

My cheeks flush with heat as I instinctively try to shield my eyes. But Marcello's touch on my face is gentle and reassuring.

"We can stop if you want," he offers, sensing my reaction.

But I shake my head vehemently. No, I don't want to stop. It's just... the first time I'm seeing him like this.

Slowly, I force myself to look at him. It's Marcello. My beloved Marcello. There's nothing to be afraid of. I focus my gaze on his chest, taking in every ridge and muscle, before letting my eyes wander downward towards the v of his stomach and finally settling on the hard length between his legs that twitches eagerly in my direction.

"That... can't possibly fit!" The words escape my lips without thought, horror evident in my widened eyes. I know how this works, and there is no way that thing will fit inside of me. Memories of the painful experience last time flood my mind, and I unconsciously start to back away.

But Marcello is quick to reassure me. "It will fit, I promise you." He takes my hand and guides it down between my own legs, pressing it against the slick folds already damp with arousal. "Feel how wet you are for me?" His fingers replace mine and begin stroking up and down in a mesmerizing rhythm.

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