He was groaning into my mouth. I was whimpering, my nails sinking deep into his back. He lifted me, and my legs automatically went around his waist. My body was begging for it, and so was his.
Our eyes locked as he walked us into the villa and straight into the bedroom. He set me down on the bed. His eyes roved over my body, and when I slowly opened my legs for him, he growled deep in his throat. He grabbed his cock, rubbing it against my wet folds, until I was almost squirming.
I almost cursed when he walked away, but he came back with a condom. He rolled it on, and then he entered me in a smooth, hard thrust that made me arch against him, into the intense pressure. A garbled noise came from my throat.
“Ah, you’ll have to do better than that,principessa,” he said, groaning. “I want to hear you scream for me.”
How could I scream when I couldn’t find my breath? He was so filling that it was hard for me to think past it. It felt like my house was too small for him, and I was trying to figure out how to move around him. To think around the intrusion. He thrust even harder, hitting something deep inside of me that was hidden, and this time, I did scream out.
I pleaded in some language, then said, “Do that again!”
He did. Until we were fucking like our bodies couldn’t stop. He had something I wanted. I had something he wanted. And neither of us was giving it up first.
“That’s it,” he said, ramming me even harder. “Scream, baby. Scream for me.”
I felt entirely wild. Feral. The way I was moving. The way I was screaming. The intensity of it all was taking over a place in my head that had never let go this much. It felt like it was only the two of us in the world—and it was so freeing.
It felt like him. It felt like me. It felt like us.
The look in his eyes was almost possessed, like he wanted to claim me, and…I’d never experienced anything like it before. I was enough in his eyes. I was the only one he was seeing. I lifted my hips and squeezed around him, high off his reaction to me.
He cursed and made a noise deep in his throat while he gripped my hips and started moving even harder, even faster. I came with a noise that sounded like a deep growl. My orgasm ripped through me just like before. I could have sworn the violence of it would have scarred me, but all I felt was beautiful in my own skin.
No tears. No sadness. No regrets.
Just us.
He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and came with a groan. He stilled in me for a second, then kissed me hard on the forehead. He lifted me up and moved me so that I was on top.
“You can watch from the stands,” he said, “or you can play with me. I’m just getting started.”
I almost felt high off him. The look still in his eyes. His body. His cologne and mine drifting in the air with our sex. I lifted some, my hand on his hard cock. “I don’t want this between us,” I whispered. “I want to feel you.” I kissed his lips. “We’re protected.” I pulled away to see the look in his eyes. I didn’t know how to read it. All I could see was desire. He took my face in his hand when I went to kiss him again. A look passed between us. Maybe he didn’t know if he could trust me or not. Especially after I’d lied to him. But he nodded once, directing my hand. I removed the barrier between us, then I placed my palms against his chest, barely taking him inside. He was slick and still so hard.
“You,” he said, barely able to get the word out. “You do that to me. I can’t look at you without wanting to fucking touch you. To be inside of you.” He groaned, but it was different. It was slow. Long. The most sensual noise I’d ever heard.
I opened my eyes. His were still hooded and watching my face. I leaned close and kissed his lips. Then I lowered, taking all of him inside, going much deeper than skin.