Page 96 of Pietro
Every nerve ending is on fire. I watch her, mouth stretched around me, those emerald eyes watching me back. Challenging.Worshiping. Destroying me. My control frays, snapping thread by thread.
“Enough.” I drag her off, my cock glistening from her mouth. Her lips are swollen, wet.
I flip her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up. Her ass is perfect, round and pale in the moonlight. I spread her cheeks. “Open.”
She shudders but obeys, pressing her face into the pillow. I lean down, my tongue finding her entrance, tasting her.
She jerks, a choked sob escaping.
Divine. Perfect. Mine. I feast, lapping at her, thrusting my tongue inside until her legs shake. She’s panting, pushing back against my mouth. Begging without words.
I push two fingers into her slick pussy, crooking them hard against that sweet spot inside. Her back bows, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. “Pietro!”
“Come on my fingers,” I growl, watching her body tense, her inner muscles clenching around me. “Let go.”
She shatters, her cry muffled by the pillow, her whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm. I feel the rhythmic pulses around my fingers, hot and wet.
I withdraw my fingers, slicking my cock with her arousal. I roll on a condom and I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the thick head against her swollen folds. “Look at me, Nora.” She turns her head, cheek pressed to the pillow.
Her eyes are glazed, wrecked. Beautiful. “Who do you belong to?” I demand, pushing just the tip inside. Tight. Hot. Heaven.
“You,” she gasps, arching back. “Only you. Always.”
I slam home in one brutal thrust. She screams.
The sound is pure ecstasy. Her inner walls clamp down, a velvet fist squeezing my cock.
I groan, deep and guttural, burying myself to the hilt. She’s so tight, so perfect, taking all of me.
Her body trembles beneath mine. I pull out almost completely, then drive back in harder, deeper. Setting a punishing rhythm.
“Deeper,” she begs, voice shattered. “Harder.” I oblige, slamming into her, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.
I want more marks. Proof she’s mine.
Her body is slick with sweat, her moans escalating with every plunge. She’s close again. I feel it in the desperate flutter of her walls, the way her cries turn into wordless pleas.
I reach around, finding her clit swollen and throbbing. I rub tight circles. She shrieks, her body convulsing violently around my cock. Her climax tears through her, dragging a guttural roar from my own chest as I feel her milk me, her inner muscles rippling in wave after wave.
I hold deep, grinding against her as she shudders through it, my own release building like a tidal wave, unstoppable, consuming. My vision whites out.
NORA
We lie tangled together in silence, his heartbeat steady beneath my palm. The room feels suspended in time, a pocket universe where nothing exists beyond these walls. My body aches pleasantly, marked by his touch.
After several minutes, Pietro shifts, his fingers trailing along my spine. "You should sleep," he murmurs against my hair. "You need rest."
I shake my head, pressing closer to his warmth. "I can't. Every time I close my eyes, everything comes rushing back."
The betrayals. The lies. My entire identity unraveling like a poorly knitted sweater.
Pietro's hand stills on my back. "Tell me about Declan." he says quietly.
The name makes me freeze. I take a deep breath, steeling myself.
"I thought he loved me," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper. "Three years together. He worked for my father as his second-in-command. I trusted him completely."
Pietro's arm tightens around me, but he remains silent, letting me continue.
