Page 73 of Deadly Wrath

I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “Every sword needs to be christened with a little blood,” I nip at her earlobe, chuckling when I feel her squirm. “And I heard orgasms help with cramps.”

She presses her lips together, trying to keep her stubborn front, but it’s useless. A quiet giggle slips out, and shoots straight to my cock, making me press into her harder.

“God, you’re infuriating,” she breathes.

“And you’re mine,” I counter, tilting her chin up until our eyes lock. “In every fucking way. Don’t forget that.”

Her lips part, and there’s that tiny shiver, I know she hates that I notice. She can deny it all she wants, but her body always gives her away. “It’s not about that,” she says.

“Then what is it about?” I push, not backing off.

She bites her bottom lip, like she’s trying to find the words, then blurts, “D-Don’t you think it’s kinda gross?”

“Nothing about you could ever be gross to me,” I say, sealing it with a kiss that starts soft but lasts a second before hunger takes over. I devour her mouth, tongue sweeping in to claim every sound she tries to make.

When I pull back, I keep my eyes locked on hers, a dark smile curling at the corner of my mouth. “I’ve had blood on me all weekend. I’d fucking bathe in yours, if you let me.”

My mouth claims hers in a rough kiss while her hands find my hair, tugging me closer, nails scraping against my scalp.

My fingers hook the side of her panties, and I feel how wet she is.Fuck.That’s all it takes for my patience to snap. Without breaking the kiss, I grab the thin fabric and rip it away, the material giving way with a sharp tear that leaves a faint red line across her skin. Her gasp gets swallowed between us, and her body arches into mine.

I drag my mouth down her body, taking my time. Her stomach quivers under my lips, muscles tightening with every kiss, every scrape of my teeth. I grip her knees, spreading her wide, pressing them into the mattress so she can’t move, even though she isn’t trying to get away.I move the string to the side and settle between her thighs.

The second my tongue touches her, I lose myself. I devour her like a man starved, like I haven’t eaten in days, and nothing else matters beyond the taste of her. Her fingers dive into my hair again, yanking hard as her hips grind against my mouth.

“That’s it,Dolcezza. Show me how fucking bad you want me,” I growl into her pussy, the vibration making her gasp.

Liv is chasing the high she swears she doesn’t want. Her legs clamp around my head, pulling me in deeper.Good,I want her desperate and fucking wrecked.

She’s close, I can feel her muscles tighten, her breath getting faster. But she’s not coming in my mouth tonight. I move up her body, lips crashing into hers, letting her taste herself. This kiss is rough, hard, almost brutal. I don’t pull away until I need air, and even then, I barely do.

Her breath brushes against my lips as she whispers, “I just need a second in the bathroom.”

I let out a low groan but roll off her, eyes tracking every step as she slips out of bed and disappears into the ensuite. I would’ve gladly pulled the little fucker outmyself. She’s mine, and I should be the only thing inside her.

The seconds drag like an eternity. My cock’s throbbing hard, aching to be buried inside her where it fucking belongs.

When she comes back, she’s bare, every inch of her on full display. Fuck, she’s perfect. She climbs into bed, and I’m on her in an instant. My arms wrap around her, pulling her in until her body is pressed under mine.

“There’s my good girl,” I say, the words rolling off my tongue before my mouth crashes into hers. She responds instantly, moaning softly against my lips, her body pressing into me, pulling me closer like she needs me just as much as I need her.

I line my cock up with her entrance, pressing in just enough to tease.

“Alessio—” Liv’s voice cracks, but she lifts her hips to meet me. That’s all I need.

I thrust in hard, bottoming out. Her tight cunt pulls a growl from my chest as her nails dig into my back, sharp enough to sting. Her head tips back, lips parting, and her body arches into mine. I don’t give her time to adjust. I pull back and slam into her again, setting a brutal pace that sends the bed creaking and the headboard thumping against the wall.

Her body moves with mine, hips rocking to meet every thrust. Her legs lock around my waist, holding me close like she’s afraid I’ll pull away.

Like that’s ever gonna happen.

Not when she’s this tight, this warm, this fucking sexy.

Her moans grow louder, and I’m pretty sure if Liv gets any louder, Paola will be able to hear us from her room. Liv’s breath hitches each time my piercings hit that spot that makes her fucking unravel. Her nails dig into my back harder, sharp enough to leave marks I’ll feel tomorrow, but fuck if I care.

I want her to mark me. I’ll happily wear the reminder of this, of us.

Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me deeper, urging me on. It only pushes me to fuck her harder, faster, driving into her like I can’t get enough, because I can’t. Her body starts to tremble, clenching around me. She’s so damn tight, so damn wet, and driving me out of my goddamn mind.

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