Page 139 of Their Reckless Thief
Her reaction was visceral, immediate. Her thighs clenched around me again, her entire body trembling as a second climax tore through her, more intense than the first. The sound of her pleasure was like a drug, intoxicating and all-consuming.
I drank deeply, savoring her. The bond between us tightened with every pull I took. Her blood was fire in my veins, scorching and electric, lighting up every dark corner inside me. The way she clung to me, her hands desperate and possessive, only pulled me deeper.
When I finally withdrew and licked the puncture wounds to seal them, she sagged against me, boneless and sated. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her lips swollen from biting them to muffle her cries.
“Youarea dangerous woman, Celeste.” My voice was hoarse, trembling with the effort it took not to lose myself completely.
She tilted her head back, her eyes heavy-lidded and glowing with satisfaction. “And you, Vincenzo, are a dangerous man.”
I smirked as I traced a finger down her cheek, savoring the heat radiating from her flushed skin. “Then it seems we’re perfectly matched.”
I barely had time to catch my breath before she moved. Celeste reached for my zipper, her fingers grazing the fabric with maddening precision. I watched her, every nerve in my body taut and thrumming.
“Dolcezza,” I warned, though it lacked conviction. Her name left my lips like a prayer, heavy with both reverence and hunger.
She met my gaze, her lips curving into a wicked smile that sent a jolt straight to my core. “You had your turn,” she murmured huskily. “Now it’s mine.”
I gritted my teeth as those nimble fingers slid the zipper down. She slipped her hand into my trousers, her touch warm and firm as she freed me. The cool air brushed against my achinglength, a stark contrast to the heat of her palm as she wrapped her fingers around me.
“Celeste,” I rasped as I gripped the arms of the chair to anchor myself. The sight of her, flushed and glowing, her lips swollen and her eyes burning with purpose, was enough to unravel the last threads of my control.
She climbed onto my lap with a grace that belied the tension thrumming in her every movement. Her knees pressed against the sides of the chair, her dress riding up to expose the smooth curve of her thighs. My hands found her hips instinctively, fingers digging into her flesh as if to ground myself in the reality of her presence.
Her warmth pressed against me, and I hissed through clenched teeth, the sensation almost too much. “You’re playing a dangerous game,dolcezza.”
Her smile widened, daring and unapologetic, as she guided me to her entrance. “Good,” she whispered, sinking down onto me in one slow, torturous motion.
The heat of her enveloped me, drawing a ragged groan from deep in my chest. She was tight, perfect, and the way she moved—deliberate, confident, utterly consuming—left me breathless. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body arching as she took all of me.
She gasped. “Vincenzo.”
The pure need and triumph in her voice had me tilting my head back and gripping her hips as she began to move—slow at first, then faster, riding me with a rhythm that pushed me closer to the edge with every passing second. The chair creaked beneath us, the sound of her cries mingling with my own low growls in a symphony of ecstasy.
“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute.
A dark, possessive growl burst from my throat. I slid my hands up her back, pulling her closer as my hips surged up to meet her every movement. “And you’re mine,dolcezza.”
The tension coiled tighter between us, a storm building with every thrust, every cry, every shared breath. I felt her tighten around me, her body trembling as she neared her release, and the sight of her—wild and undone in my arms—pushed me to the brink.
“Let go,dolcezza. Come with me.”
She threw her head back and cried out as she clenched around me, dragging me over the edge with her. My release ripped through me, a blinding wave of heat and electricity that left me shaking beneath her. I buried my face in the curve of her neck, her scent and warmth grounding me as the storm subsided.
For a moment, neither of us moved as we panted for breath. Her hands slid down to my chest, her touch soft, almost reverent, as if she were memorizing the feel of me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,dolcezza.”
Her soft laugh sank into me. For the first time in centuries, I didn’t fear the vulnerability I felt at the moment.
The staff cleared away the plates and retreated indoors, leaving us to the quiet, the darkness, and the faint glow of the city lights below. When the last footsteps faded, Celeste finally relaxed, resting her head on my shoulder as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
The simplicity of it shattered something in me. She fit perfectly, and gods, I didn’t want to need her. But need her I did. She was everywhere now. In every thought, every heartbeat, every moment I allowed myself the luxury of imagining a life that wasn’t dominated by shadows and blood.
I’d watched my father with his collection of women. He wielded obsession like a weapon. I’d sworn to be different,yet here I was, feeling that same ache, that same hunger for something just out of reach.
“Why do you always look at me like that?” Her voice cut through the silence, soft but probing.
I blinked, then realized I must have looked at her with a kind of openness I was terrified to show.
