Page 75 of The Bonventi Rise
He kisses me then, soft and sweet and full of tenderness.
Marco's hands, which were cleaning my injuries with such care, begin to linger. His touch shifts, becoming less clinical and moreintentional. The air between us changes, charged with a love-drunk energy I can't ignore.
I look into his eyes, and the tenderness I saw earlier is still there, but it's mingled with that familiar darker, more intense gaze.
His touch now sends electricity through my body, awakening every nerve ending. The fear and adrenaline from earlier transform into something else entirely, becoming a desperate need to feel alive, to feel him.
I lean into him and kiss him. It's soft and sweet at first, but it doesn't stay that way for long.
The kiss deepens, and I feel a familiar heat building inside me. My hands find their way to his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly. Marco's fingers tangle in my damp hair, pulling me closer.
We break apart, both breathing heavily. For a moment, we just stare at each other. I can see Marco's hesitation.
"Are you sure?" Marco asks, his voice husky. "After everything…"
I smile. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Knowing that since he's been treating me like I might break at any moment, I'll need to make the first move to show him that I want to be broken in other ways.
I sit forward and undo my towel, tossing it to the side. "Especially because of everything."
Marco's eyes drink me in. "God, how I need you."
I lean back and spread my legs. "Then take me, Sir."
Marco bends down, the heat of his breath tantalizingly close to my skin. He trails soft kisses up my leg, his lips sending sparksof desire coursing through my veins. As he reaches my inner thighs, the sensation intensifies, and I can feel my heart racing.
When his mouth finally meets my center, I can't help but moan. His skilled tongue explores every sensitive fold, driving me to the brink of madness.
I grab my chest as I tilt my head back, lost in the wave of pleasure that's building within me.
"Oh God," I moan. My fingers tighten on my breasts as the pressure builds. Marco grabs my thighs, devouring me and holding me in place as I start to squirm.
His tongue dances over my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me see stars. The sensation is overwhelming, and I moan loudly again, my hips bucking against his face.
Marco alternates between gentle flicks and more insistent pressure. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel the tension building, an erotic feeling that grows with each passing second.
I reach out with my right hand and grab Marco's head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I tighten my grip.
The world narrows to this moment, this sensation. Everything else fades away—the fear from earlier, the uncertainties about everything. There's only Marco and the pleasure he's giving me.
It all feels so different. As if declaring our love to one another released all doubts, any apprehensions, leaving behind this pure feeling of bliss.
I arch my back, pressing myself closer to Marco's mouth. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, accompanied by low moans. And then, I feel it coming. It starts at the source, where my manis working me. It radiates out, a tingling sensation wrapped in fire. I feel my body become tense, like a bowstring pulled back, ready for release.
Marco senses it and doesn't stop. He keeps his pace, relentlessly moving me to explode.
With a final lick of his tongue, my orgasm hits, and I cry out in ecstasy. My body convulses as Marco draws out every last tremor until I'm gasping and oversensitive. He licks up every drop, his tongue prolonging my ecstasy.
As I come down from the high, my body trembling with aftershocks, Marco looks up at me, his eyes dark with lust and desire. He comes up to kiss me, the taste of myself on his lips is intoxicating, and I kiss him back with everything I have, my arms wrapping around his neck.
"You taste as sweet as honey," he says against my lips. "I could eat you every day."
I look at him and smile. "Be careful what you say, or I'll expect it."
He smiles and kisses me again.
He stands, and so do I. "A little unfair here," I say since he’s still wearing his clothes.
He looks down at me with wanting eyes and gently runs his fingers up and down my arms as I start unbuttoning his shirt. Once fully unbuttoned, I slide my hands back up, over his rock-hard abs and chiseled chest, and slide my hands over his shoulders, removing his shirt. I lean into him and kiss his chest. I breathe him in—his scent is an aphrodisiac to me.
