Page 49 of My Dark Ever After
Then, so quiet I almost did not catch it even though she was practically speaking the words into my mouth, she added, “Especially you.
“I can’t say I’ll stay,” she whispered against my lips. “I can’t say I’m suddenly okay with any of this. But I also can’t deny that being with you isil mio posto felice. My happy place. That while your life and you are clearly dangerous, I never feel safer than when I am near you. And I’m so tired, Raffa. I’ve been tired since I left you in August, and now I feel it straight through to my bones. I don’t know enough about the life of a camorrista to commit to thecapo dei capi, but I am willing to let my Raffa convince me to stay, if he can. So please”—she paused, but only to suck in a deep breath and adjust her tone to be as firm as iron—“make me beg for you.”
Before I could reply, her mouth was sealed over mine, tongue pressing firmly between my teeth to rub sinuously against my own. I let her take the lead for a second, stunned and aroused, with the knife’s edge of hope pressed to my throat so that I could barely breathe.
Convince me.
Make me beg.
Oh, I could do that. If keeping Guinevere with me was only contingent on fucking her brains out, I had no doubt of my victory.
It was the other unavoidable issues that whispered insidiously into my ear like the devil on one shoulder.Can you keep her safe? Can she really love the monster beneath your mask? Can she withstand the cruelties of your dark world?
I banished the voice and let my instincts, roused by the chase, overcome me.
With a snarl against her plush lips, I thrust my tongue over hers and canted my hips, throwing my bigger body so Guinevere slid off my hips and I could roll over on top of her seamlessly. She groaned at the display of strength and tried to sink her hands into my hair.
“No.” My voice rasped harshly between us as I reared up to pin her hands as she’d done mine. “You wanted me to make you beg,cacciatrice, and you will get what you wish for.”
I adjusted us slightly so that we lay diagonally across the narrow expanse of grass with our hands resting at the edge of a trunk. Without speaking, I raised her hands to curl around the wood.
“Do not move them,” I instructed her, watching as her eyes blew straight to black, mouth parting on a soft pant. “If you do, I will have to spank you again ... though for a greedy girl like you, I am not sure that is a punishment.”
“No,” she agreed, tongue dipping out to touch her lower lip in a little tease. “It’s not.”
I pressed a hand to her mouth. “Do not speak unless it is to beg me for more,cacciatrice.”
She nodded before I moved my hand away to unbutton the other strap of her dress and peel the fabric down to her hips. Exposed, her nipples beaded in the cooling air as the sun kissed the edge of the green Tuscan hills. I ducked to take one into my mouth, sucking hard and testing the furled flesh with my teeth until she squirmed.
“Stai ferma,” I ordered against her wet breast. Be still.
She released a breathy moan of protest but instantly relaxed for me. The alpha animal inside me practically roared at her supplication and immediately took advantage. I lowered myself between her thighs, lifting the heavy linen skirt until it rested above her hips before pushing her legs as wide as they would go. Only a thin pair of white silk ruffled panties obscured her beautifulfigafrom view.
With a light snarl, I rent them off with my teeth.
Guinevere gasped, hips canting up toward my mouth as if the idea of my teeth so close to her sensitive flesh aroused her. I tested the theory by biting softly into the tender meat on the inside of her thighs, leaving impressions like stamps of possession in her pale skin.
I leaned back, braced on my forearms between her thighs to draw my thumb down the center of her cunt, revealing its wet, pink center. Moisture pooled at her entrance, and I slicked it up to her clit with the pad of my finger, rubbing light, tight circles over the nub until I could feel the tremor of her barely restrained vibrations under my hand.
“Scopami, per favore,” Guinevere gasped, arching up into my touch.
Fuck me, please.
In the deepening shadows, she seemed like a beautiful illusion, something flickering between here and some otherworldly there, half in my realm and half without.
I gripped her hips a little too hard, flexing my fingers into the muscles of her pert ass.
“Non ancora,” I said with that cold edge of cruelty I knew made her toes curl. “Not yet. You have not nearly begun to beg for it.”
With that, I dipped my head and dragged my tongue from her leaking entrance to the top of her pussy, sucking at the hot, swollen crest of her until she cried out senselessly. The vine leaves rustled in the breeze, cooling as the sun disappeared degree by degree over the edge of the hilly valley, but Guinevere’s skin was hot, almost burning to the touch.
I had set a fire inside her that I intended to nurture into an inferno and see through until she was nothing but ash in my hands, ready to be reborn into something new.
“Raffa,” she cried weakly as I fucked into her heat with my tongue, curling it inside her in a way that made her hips leap like a struck live wire. “Raffa,dio mio,per favore, please!”
“Tell me,cerbiatta, do you want to break apart on my tongue?” I asked her, my voice a deep, broken rasp as arousal threatened to strangleme. “I will lick you clean and share the sweet taste of yourfigawith you when I work myself inside this tight cunt.”
I did not wait for her answer. Instead, I twisted two thick fingers inside her, pressing them along her front wall as I used my mouth like a weapon against her clit, sucking while lashing my tongue over the bundle of nerves.
