Page 81 of Twisted Knight

I opened my legs wider and was satisfied at the low guttural sound of approval coming from deep in his chest.

He threw my underwear on the floor and crawled over me, pulling my nightgown along the way.

He leaned down and took one of my nipples in his mouth, suckling at it.

I hissed, arching my back.

“Mine,” he muttered as he let go of my nipple.

“Yours,” I agreed as he concentrated on my other nipple.

“Forever,” he added as he let his lips trail up my neck.

“Forever, yes.” I raised my hips, seeking the friction of his heavy cock against my clit. “I want you, Dom.”

He grabbed the base of his cock, then rubbed it up and down my wetness before entering me in one swift move of his hips.

I moaned as my eyes rolled back at the pure pleasure and the small bite of pain that his large engorged cock caused. I was so deliciously full of him… feeling every vein, every ridge. This man had been built for me, I knew that. We were completing each other.

He started to thrust fast and hard. He was in the mood for rough sex, and I didn’t mind. I love my Dom rough and soft. I grabbed the bars of the headboard and wrapped my legs around his waist, raising my hips with his thrusts, loving how undone he became when he was in me.

“I’m gonna come, Dolcetta; you feel too good.” He grunted tightly, his face buried in my neck.

“Come with me, Dolcetta,” he commanded just before his thrusts turned more erratic as his hand trailed down between us and he started to rub my clit with his thumb.

I felt the orgasm come as a tidal wave of electricity and as he bit my neck, I came probably harder than I ever had. The orgasm was so powerful it was almost painful.

Dom followed quickly, roaring my name and emptying himself inside of me.

I realized as he lay heavily on top of me, his softening cock still in me, that it had to be the first time in my life I had sex without protection, and I didn’t mind.

I sighed in contentment, enjoying his weight on me, his body in mine. I felt so at peace like that. I brought my hand up and gently stroked his hair as he softly kissed the top of my breast.

“Tonight was supposed to be about you, and you rocked my world,” I said breathlessly, my heart still hammering in my chest.

He let out a low chuckle. “Trust me, Dolcetta, it was very much about me alright.” He brushed the back of his hand along the curve of my breast. “Tasting you, being inside you, it’s a marvel I’m addicted to.” He kissed my nipple. “Te amo, Dolcetta.”

“I love you too.”

He groaned as he left my body, rolling to his side and taking me with him.

“I’m very grateful for tonight,” he started, resting his forehead against mine. “But why did you do all that?”

“Because I wanted tonight to be special.” I rested my hand on his cheek. “You are the love of my life, Domenico Romano. And I want to stay with you here. The good and bad doesn’t matter. I know the man you are; I know your heart.” I let my hand trail down from his cheek to his chest, on top of his heart. “I know you won’t see it like that, but you were thirteen, Dom. You were still a child. You may see yourself as the perpetrator, but you were also a victim whether you like it or not.”

“I could have—”

I leaned closer, kissing him to make him stop. “It does not matter. I’m here to stay.”

He wrapped his arm tighter around me, pulling my body flush to his. “Are you sure? It won’t be easy.”

“I know. Cassie and Luca explained to me a lot of the rules, the obligations coming with loving a man like you.”

“And?”

“You’re worth that and so much more.” I moved my leg to straddle his and felt his cock starting to swell against my lower stomach. “Already?”

He shrugged with a grin. “I’m Italian and you’re my woman… what did you expect?”

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