Page 143 of Pietro
Control.
I need to maintain control. Her body isn't ready for this, no matter how much she begs.
"Pietro," she gasps. "Please."
I slide a finger inside her instead, crooking it against that spot that makes her cry out.
She's so fucking wet, so ready for me. Another finger joins the first, stretching her. I watch her face—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, panting.
Beautiful. Broken. Mine.
"Use your good hand," I order roughly. "Touch yourself."
She obeys immediately, fingers circling her clit. I watch her work herself, my fingers thrusting deep. Her breaths come faster, sharp little gasps.
"Look at me."
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine. That's it. I want to see everything. I want to watch her come apart.
"Now. Come for me, Nora."
She shatters with a cry, her body tightening around my fingers. I press my mouth to her again, drinking her down as she trembles. I don't stop until she's pushing weakly at my shoulder.
"Too much," she pants. "Sensitive."
I lift my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyes are glazed, satisfied. But I see the challenge in them. "Now you."
"Your ribs?—"
"Fuck my ribs." She hooks her good hand behind my neck, pulling me up. "I need you inside me. Now."
The demand in her voice goes straight to my cock. I'm already painfully hard. I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. "We should?—"
"No." Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, sharp. "No condom. Just you."
It's the last thread of my control snapping. I push my pants down my hips just enough to free my cock. I guide myself to herentrance, pressing against her pussy. She's still pulsing from her orgasm.
Wet. Hot. Tight.
I slide in slowly, gritting my teeth against the sensation.
"All the way," she demands, wrapping her legs around my hips. "Now."
The movement presses her ribs against my chest. I freeze. "Your?—"
"I don't care." Her splinted fingers press into my back, clumsy but firm. "Pietro, I need to feel you. All of you. Please."
Thepleaseundoes me.
I bury myself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. She cries out.
I brace my weight on my elbows, trying to stay off her injuries. My hips begin to move. Slow, deep strokes meant to be gentle. To cherish. But she shakes her head, digging her heels into my ass.
"Harder." Her voice is ragged. "Don't treat me like glass."
"I'm not?—"
"Then fuck me like you mean it." Her eyes blaze, daring me. "Like you need it."
