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“Are you ready for me,dolcezza?”
He strokes my aching folds, and my core clenches.
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling small and vulnerable. “I need you.”
“You have me. All of me.”
He drops a sweet kiss on my heated cheek and then quickly finishes stripping, baring his stunning body. I watch him hungrily as he undresses for me, taking in his muscular arms and the way his abs ripple. His powerful thighs flex as he climbs onto the bed with me, positioning himself behind me. I struggle to keep him in my line of sight, but he soothes me with a long stroke of his calloused palm down my spine.
He taps on the base of the plug, and I release a sharp cry at the ripples of pleasure that pulse through me.
His low laugh rumbles over me, his arrogant pleasure intoxicating. He’s claiming every inch of my body, and I’m still greedy for more.
“Please…” I lift my ass in offering.
“I do love when you beg. How can I deny you?”
His hard cock lines up with my slick opening, and he penetrates me in a slow slide. The rush of dark ecstasy is almost vicious, clawing through me and shredding my rational thoughts.
I moan and rock back against him, and he curses as he enters me to the hilt. He grips my hips, his fingers flexing into my soft flesh as he holds us both still. His cock jerks inside me, and he releases an animal growl of his own, clinging to his control.
“You’re so tight,” he hisses, running a reverent hand down my back. “So perfect. And all mine.”
I groan my agreement, beyond words. He slowly pulls back, his cockhead dragging over my g-spot. I let out a high whine and grasp at the sheets.
He thrusts back inside me, his hips pressing the plug deeper into my ass. I release a guttural shout and writhe as relentless ecstasy courses through me. His fingers bite into my hips, and he starts fucking me, hard and fast.
With each feral thrust, he sends me flying higher. I’m not sure when my orgasm starts, but it continues to build, ripping through my body with merciless force. Blissful tears wet my cheek, and he leans over me to kiss them, tasting the flavor of my complete subjugation.
My utter surrender triggers his release, and he comes undone on a snarl. He pumps into me, forcing the last ripples of helpless pleasure from my pulsing core. His hot seed lashes me, marking me as his.
As he gently pulls out of me and cradles my spent body, he strokes my sweat-slicked skin. Low words of praise rumbleover me in a steady stream of Italian. I’ve started to learn the language, but I don’t take the time to puzzle out the meaning. I close my eyes and drift, basking in the complete perfection of belonging to Massimo.
Chapter 40
Evelyn
One Week Later
The sun shines on Massimo’s golden skin, his muscular chest on full display. My body heats for him, and I’m grateful for the cool breeze created by the forward motion of the speedboat. He wraps one arm around me and steers the boat with his other hand. I lean into him in complete contentment.
To our right, the island of Capri rises from the sea, ancient rock jutting up from the water. The lush greenery is dotted with pastel villas and clusters of shops. As we round the small island, the iconic Faraglioni formation appears before us: three massive, blue-gray rocks emerging from the azure sea.
Massimo slows the boat so that we cruise peacefully toward the arch in the center of one of the rocks. It looks small at a distance, but as we near the massive landmarks, I realize that the arch forms a large enough passage for our boat to glide through it.
I lift my camera and capture the imposing sight, taking a dozen shots of the scenery before my focus is drawn inexorablyback to my dark savior. He chuckles ruefully and places a hand on top of my camera, gently urging me to lower it.
“You can’t photograph me all the time,” he chides. “No one will want to buy those pictures.”
I defy him with a sly smile, lifting my Canon again to capture his sun-kissed face and flashing eyes. Their silvery blue mirrors the sea, like the glittering sunlight that dances on the water.
“Who says I’m selling my art? What if I’m selfish enough to keep these images for myself?”
He laughs again, and the rich sound rolls through me in a wave of warm happiness.
“All right,farfallina.You can keep the pictures of me for your own private use.” He tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear, and I blush at his implication. “But don’t you want to share your art with the world?”
My heart lifts at the thought.
