Page 64 of Veil of Blood

Her voice is clipped, tight. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

I don’t push, don’t argue.

My hands linger a moment longer, then slide up her sides, my thumbs grazing the edges of her breasts through her hoodie.

She leans back fully now, her body molding against mine, her head tilting slightly, exposing the line of her neck. I lower my mouth, kissing the pulse point just below her ear, my lips firm, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin.

She shudders, a soft sound escaping her throat, and that’s all it takes.

“Then let me show you something else,” I say, my voice low, rough with want.

She turns, her eyes meeting mine—tired, guarded, but burning with something that’s not cold, not distant.

Our faces are inches apart, her breath hot against my lips, and she doesn’t pull back.

Her lips part, and I kiss her, deep and firm, not our first but like it’s the only one that matters. Her hands grip myshirt, fingers twisting in the fabric, pulling me closer, her nails scraping my chest through the cotton.

The kiss is hungry, our tongues sliding together, wet and urgent, her teeth grazing my bottom lip, drawing a groan from deep in my throat.

We stumble toward the bed tucked against the far wall, a bare mattress with a clean sheet, no pillows, no pretense.

Her hoodie comes off first, yanked over her head, revealing a tight black tank that clings to her curves, her nipples hard against the fabric.

I peel my shirt off, tossing it to the floor, and her hands are on me, sliding over my stomach, her fingers digging into the muscle, tracing the scar on my chest—a jagged line from the docks, a story I never told her.

Her hands move lower, tugging at my belt, the buckle clinking as she undoes it, her fingers brushing the growing bulge in my jeans.

I slide my hands under her tank, pushing it up and off, exposing her breasts, her bra a thin barrier I unhook with a flick of my fingers. It falls away, and I cup her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples, pinching lightly until she gasps, her back arching, pressing herself into my hands.

I lean down, sucking one nipple into my mouth, my tongue flicking fast, then slow, my teeth grazing just enough to make her moan, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

She kisses my neck, her lips hot and wet, her teeth nipping at my collarbone, leaving marks I’ll feel tomorrow.

I tug her jeans down, my fingers hooking into her panties, pulling them off in one motion, leaving her bare, her pussy glistening in the dim light, already wet for me. She kicks her clothes away, and we fall onto the mattress, her body under mine, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me close.

My jeans are still on, my cock straining against the denim, and she grinds against me, the friction making me groan, my hands gripping her hips to still her.

“Fuck, Chiara,” I mutter, my voice rough, and she smirks, her hands shoving my jeans down, my boxers following, until my cock springs free, thick and heavy, the tip slick with precum.

She wraps her hand around me, stroking slow and firm, her thumb swiping over the head, spreading the moisture, making my hips jerk.

I kick my clothes off, and she pulls me down, her legs spreading wider, inviting me in.

I settle between her thighs, my cock brushing her entrance, but I don’t push in yet.

Instead, I slide down, my mouth finding her pussy, my tongue licking a slow, deliberate path through her folds, tasting her, sweet and musky.

She moans, her hips bucking, and I pin her thighs to the mattress, my lips closing around her clit, sucking hard, my tongue flicking fast, then slow, driving her wild. I slide twofingers inside her, pumping deep, curling to hit that spot that makes her gasp, her walls clenching around me.

“Rocco, fuck,” she pants, her hands fisting the sheet, her body trembling as I add a third finger, stretching her, fucking her with my hand while my tongue works her clit.

She’s close, I can feel it, but I want more.

I pull back, ignoring her whine, and flip her onto her side, spooning behind her, my cock pressing against her ass. I lift her leg, hooking it over my thigh, opening her up, and slide into her pussy from behind, the angle tight and deep, making us both groan.

I thrust slow at first, my hand reaching around to rub her clit, my fingers slick with her arousal, circling fast as I fuck her, my cock sliding in and out, the wet sound filling the room.

Her moans grow louder, her body rocking back to meet me, and I nip at her shoulder, my teeth leaving a mark, my free hand squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple until she cries out.

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