"No part of you is wrong. And every part belongs to me."
And I know I should stop him.
But my body? My body wants to let him own me.
Let him ruin me.
He tongues my rim till I’m crying out with confused pleasure. Naughty shock thrills me as I feel his finger circling the wet muscles. He pushes inside me, my muscles fighting, but my body yearning. There’s pressure, a strange sensation as his finger enters my anus.
Then he’s back to my clit, demanding another earth-shattering orgasm from me.
“God. No!” I choke, the new sensation of his finger in a taboo place heightening my pleasure. “I mean…yes! Yes! God, yes!”
I’m shaking, trembling and made of jelly as the climax tears through me. I’m left weak yet wanting more.
“I have to have you. Now.” He yanks me up so fast I stumble, my legs are weak.
Supporting me, he spins me around and drags me across the balcony to the edge overlooking the water. My hands grip the rail. I catch a glimpse of the lake’s beauty and the glittering water.
He bends me over the balcony railing in one fierce, unrelenting motion.
He drags my silky dress up the backs of my thighs, callouses scratching my skin. He thrusts into me in one brutal, perfect stroke. I cry out, the sound almost primal with its low roar.
“You’re mine,” he growls, pounding into me like he’s branding me his. “You’re not anyone’s fucking memory. You’remine. My obsession.”
I cry out the words. “Yes, yes. I am.”
I don’t even know when it started for me. Might have been in the doorway of the storeroom.
Now, I’m back in his arms.
He wraps a hand around my throat and pulls me up, arching me against his chest. His cock stays buried deep inside me, pulsing. His lips on my ear. He growls into my ear, primal. “You’re gonna come for me,” he says, “and let all of Italy know you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper again, voice breaking. He thrusts harder. The orgasm rips through me, violent and holy. My body clenches and convulses around him, milking him for everything he has, every drop of missed time since I left.
He snarls against my skin and slams into me one last time, burying himself deep. His body shakes with release, his grip bruising my waist. I can feel him, hot and wet and silky filling me and spilling out, down the inside of my thigh.
He collapses against me. We’re still connected, breaths heaving. The lake glitters below us. Moonlight dances over the water like it knows our secrets. The mountains stand silent and solemn, bearing witness.
The past fades, like fog on the lake. Enveloped in the heat of his body, it’s only us. A little bit of peace.
At least for now.
25
Reign
The breeze comes off the water, cooling my skin. The night is so beautiful. I watch her, attempting to clean herself up with the old-fashioned napkin scarf thing that always seems to be in my suit jacket pocket.
The moonlight shimmers off her lavender silk dress as she wipes me from the inside of her thigh.
She’s so stunning. So mine. The sight of her makes me do something crazy.
“May I have this dance?”
She smiles at me. “Sure.”
Using my good hand, I take hers and place it on my shoulder. Guide her into a slow, awkward sway.