Page 71 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
Bernadi leans forward and rests his arms outside mine, his hard chest bearing down on my back. Our positions would look innocent enough to anyone who might care to look up. He slowly pumps his cock in and out of the gap between my thighs. When I pull my legs together tightly, he hisses in my ear.
“Let me in, honey.”
Imelt.
One of his hands leaves the edge of the balcony and he works it between my legs, coating his fingers in a combination of my arousal and the water from the ice. He rims my entrance, readying me, then guides the crown of his cock to my opening. “Do you want me to go easy on you, Contessa?”
I turn my head slightly and murmur, “No. I don’t want easy.”
In one smooth, controlling movement, Bernadi curls his hips upward and shoves himself deep inside me. I clamp a hand over my mouth because I don’t trust myself not to scream.
I’m not a virgin anymore but it’s been three years since the one time I slept with someone. Bernadi’s cock is thicker and longer than Federico’s. Three years ago was barely anything more than a heavy make-out session. Now, I feel like I’ve just been broken in.
Bernadi’s breaths pump in and out of my ear and a groan rolls through him into my bones. “Jesus, Contessa. You feel incredible. You’re so fucking tight.”
I can’t seem to process anything. Only the hard fact that Benito Bernadi isinside me. He’s inside me, and aside from feeling as though I’ve been torn, I’m on fire. My skin is sizzling with desire and my stomach is hot to the touch. I just want to close my eyes so I can focus on the feel of his thick length pushing against my soft walls, and nothing else.
I whimper into my hand and nod. I don’t want him to know I’m shocked to the core.
“Let’s just pause a minute,” he whispers. “Let you get used to me being inside you.”
His words melt my nerve endings. They’re dirty but beautiful. I don’t remember needing such a moment even when Fed took my virginity. It wasn’t like this—completely overwhelming.
Images flash before my eyes. A gap in a door, a man in black, a dark stare. A tall ask and a gift given. A different pair of eyes when I came undone.
I suck in a sharp breath and my eyes ping open. It wasn’t Federico I saw when I came during my first time; it was Bernadi. And since then, my shadows have grown fuller, my sanity less tethered.
This is why I’m dark.
This is why I’m wild.
It’s because of the man behind me. Inside me. All around me.
Stark realizations come hurtling toward me. I was running from who I was because I terrified myself. There’s never been a model in my life for how to make my wildness ‘work’—it has always been something to be feared.Bernadiwas something to be feared.
But I don’t fear him. What I feel for him runs deeper than that.
“That’s it, my beautiful little brat. You’re relaxing so well, so soft.” His praise does things to me and I turn my head.
“I’m okay, Bernadi. You’re not going to hurt me.”
He drops his forehead to my shoulder. “Damn,” he whispers. Then he moves.
He’s slow at first, pinning my hips with his fingers. He buries his head into the crook of my neck, releasing muffled animal groans as he slides in and out of my soft entrance.
I tip my head back onto his shoulder and moan freely, knowing no one can hear but Bernadi. His cock is perfect and I grip it snugly, feeling every ridge moving through me. I find it hard in this moment to ever understand why I hated him so much.
I lift a hand and run it up his neck into his hair.
“Don’t—” he starts, but all that comes out of his mouth next is another moan when I shift my hips, taking him deeper.
I tug at his hair while his strokes become harder, firmer, faster. Neither of us care anymore what this might look like from below. I can’t see anything beyond this overwhelm.
“Oh shit,” he pants. “Condom.”
“No—” I grip him tightly. I don’t want to stop now. “It’s okay—I just had my period.”
He melts into me and keeps thrusting, even harder now. I’m bouncing against the balcony rail with each of his staggering thrusts.
