Page 39 of Unspoken Ties

A tremor ran through my body, a sign that I was close to the peak. Ettore’s movements didn’t slow, his tongue swiping against me with a fervor that left me breathless. I could feel the pressure building, the primal urge to keep moving, to surrender to the sensations coursing through me.

Suddenly my back arched off the smooth surface of the desk, my fingers digging into his hair as an orgasm ripped through me. I cried out Ettore’s name, my voice echoing through the tranquil night. He didn’t stop until I came down from my high, each wave of pleasure leaving me trembling and breathless.

As my orgasm subsided, he showered me with gentle kisses on my lips. He held me close, his hands caressing me softly and soothingly.

It wasn’t long before I noticed his hardness was nestled into the space between my thighs. The two of us had done everything together, except forthat.I was nervous, and a little scared, but I knew I wanted Ettore to be my first and last.

“Ettore,” I whispered, my voice filled with vulnerability and raw desire. His eyes met mine, a silent inquiry present in his gaze. He seemed to understand, as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face.

His firm hands found their way to my hips again, holding me steady as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling away from me.

“Did…Did I do something wrong?” I said, trying to stop my eyes from welling up with tears.

“Never,” he responded. “I’m just not going to fuck you on my office table for your first time.”

A laugh escaped my lips, an unexpected twist to the intense moment that seemed to lighten the air surrounding us. He scooped me up into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Our bedroom was just down the hall, but every step he took felt like a slow dance, each step building anticipation with each beat. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the moonlight that spilled from the window. He gently placed me in the middle of the sheets of on our king-sized bed.

He kissed me gently as he positioned himself between my legs. My hands traced over his broad shoulders, etching every muscle into my memory while I held my breath. “Ready?” he asked.

I nodded, my chest tightening with anticipation and nerves. He brushed my hair from my forehead, giving me one last comforting smile before he pushed himself into me.

I clenched onto him, the initial pain shooting through me sharper than I had anticipated. But he paused, allowing me time to adjust. His patience and care filled each silent moment until the discomfort faded. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No,” I replied, shaking my head fervently. “Please don’t.”

He needed no further invitation as he started to move again, this time at a slow, calculated rhythm that somehow mirrored the echoing beat of our twin heartbeats. His movement was nothing if not gentle, but the tenderness in his touch couldn’t quite subdue the raw passion that lay beneath it. He was a manlost to sensation, his world narrowed down to the feel of me beneath him and the heat that we shared.

“Ettore,” I called out again, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved. Each thrust was slow but deep, sending shivers of pleasure through me that countered the lingering pain. His name fell from my lips like a sweet song, a symphony only he could inspire.

His lips kissed the tears from the corners of my eyes, the soothing gesture accompanied by gentle words of comfort. “Breathe, angel,” he whispered, his voice husky and low. He moved a little faster inside me, each roll of his hips matched by a gasp from my lips.

Pain turned into pleasure, discomfort faded into ecstatic sensation as we found our rhythm together. Each slide of his body within mine stirred something deep inside me, a pleasure so intense it was enough to leave me panting and drenched in sweat.

With a few more measured thrusts, I could feel another orgasm building within me. It surged, hot and primal, breathed to life by his touch and his heated gaze. I clenched around him, feeling myself tighten as the pleasure went from simmering to a rolling boil in the pit of my stomach. His name fell from my lips once more as the wave of ecstasy washed over me, leaving me trembling and spent beneath him.

Ettore’s movements grew increasingly ragged, desire etched across his handsome features. His rhythm faltered as he whispered my name like a prayer, reaching his climax with a deep moan. I felt his warm ropes of come coat my insides, the feeling foreign but not unwelcome.

We laid there for what felt like hours, our bodies entangled in the soft sheets of our king-sized bed. The room was filled with an intoxicating blend of our scents, a testament to the love we had just made.

“Did I do…okay?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Ettore chuckled, and planted a kiss on my lips. “More than okay. I’m addicted and am going to be inside you every night.”

I gave him a gentle slap on the chest, letting out a small giggle. “Don’t be crude!”

But in reality, I felt the same way.

Chapter twenty

Ettore

Being with Liria was a heaven I never knew existed. The next morning, I had trouble ripping myself out of bed. I just wanted us to stay together, bodies intertwined with endless pleasure.

The night with Liria had also heightened my worries. She was now mine in every way, shape, and form, and I had to eliminate anything that could threaten her life. Who was this traitor the note was talking about, and how did they play into our lives? I hoped it was strictly business related, but because the note was passed to Liria, I doubted it.

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