Page 86 of Ruined By Capture

"Hold still," he growls, his breath hot on my sensitive skin.

I barely have time to brace myself before his mouth is on me, his tongue exploring with devastating precision. He licks a path from my core to my ass, making me cry out in shocked pleasure. No one has ever touched me there and the taboo sensation sends sparks shooting up my spine.

His hands spread me wider as his tongue circles, teases, dips inside one entrance then the other with relentless attention. My legs shake, threatening to give out as he sucks and licks until I'm gasping, scratching at the door for support.

Just when I think I might shatter from his mouth alone, he pulls away. I whimper at the loss but then his hand cracks against my ass again, harder this time.

"You like that?" he asks, hoarse with desire.

"Yes," I breathe, the admission falling from my lips without hesitation.

In one powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me so completely I cry out. He gives me no time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that has me seeing stars. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he claims me up against the door.

His movements become more urgent, more demanding. Then without warning he pulls out completely. I barely have time to bemoan the sudden emptiness before his hand wraps around my throat from behind.

"Turn around," he growls, his voice like gravel.

He spins me to face him, his fingers still loosely circling my neck. His eyes are almost black with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The control he usually maintains is fracturing before my eyes.

In one sinuous motion he grips my thighs and lifts me completely off the ground. I gasp, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck for balance. He positions me with my back against the wall, spreading my legs wide with his arms.

I'm completely open to him, suspended in the air, entirely at his mercy.

"Look at me," he commands.

I meet his gaze, drowning in the intensity I find there. He holds me with apparent effortlessness, his muscles barely straining under my weight.

"I want to see your face when I fuck you," he says, his accent thick with lascivious desire.

Then he thrusts into me in one powerful stroke. I cry out, my head tilting back against the wall as he fills me completely. Theangle is deeper than before, hitting places inside me that make an entire celebration of fireworks explode behind my eyelids.

"Eyes on me," he growls, giving my throat a gentle squeeze.

I force my eyes open as he begins to move, setting a punishing pace that has me panting with every thrust. The wall is unforgiving but I barely notice the discomfort as relentless pleasure builds inside me.

He holds me effortlessly, his powerful arms supporting my weight as he drives into me. Each thrust pushes me harder against the wall, the friction delicious and overwhelming.

"Alessio," I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice strained with effort and control. "Say my name. Tell me who's fucking you,cara mia."

"You," I gasp as he hits a spot that makes my vision blur. "You, Alessio. Only you."

She's so fucking tight around me, gripping me like a vise with each thrust. The way her body yields to mine, taking everything I give her—it's perfection I never knew existed. Her skin flushes pink beneath my hands, the marks of my possession blooming across her flesh.

"Tell me who owns you." I growl against her ear.

"You," she gasps, her voice breaking on the word. "Only you, Alessio."

I drive into her harder, pinning her against the wall with my body. Her legs tighten around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper. Each thrust pulls sounds from her that I want to capture and replay in my darkest moments—breathy moans and desperate whimpers that feed something feral inside me.

Her walls flutter around me, telling me she's close. I shift my angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my release coiling tight as I fight to hold it back. Not yet. Not until she breaks first.

"I want to feel you come on my cock," I command, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping the strands tight enough to sting as her body tenses. She pulls hard, the sharp pain sending electricity down my spine as she arches against me.

"Alessio!" she cries out, her inner muscles clamping down around me as she shatters.

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