G
ino stared down into Zara’s upturned face. She was so beautiful it made his soul ache. That face. Skin so soft. Her bone structure. Her mouth so sinful every time he looked at it his cock got harder than a rock. Those eyes of hers. Pure slate blue. Unusual. Large. Framed with long lashes. All that hair. Red gold. Like silk, but so thick when it was spread around their pillows, it covered them. That was a fantasy in itself.
He could admit to having something seriously wrong with him. He came back higher than a kite, needing sex. Ciro had probably perpetuated that, telling him after every time they interrogated someone and then killed them that the best way to get over taking someone apart was to spend the night indulging one’s body so you knew what life was all about. It made sense when he was a kid and now he was certain he’d been programed, but it was different with Zara. With Zara, his need of her was real.
He pushed all that spun red gold from her forehead. He had her sprawled out on his bed, looking more beautiful than anything or anyone he’d ever seen in his lifetime. She looked the picture of innocence, and he was coming to her with blood on his hands. He swore his hands were shaking as he traced a finger from her throat to the curve of her breast.
“I swear, woman, I detest being away from you, even for a minute. I’m not sure what you’ve done to me, but whatever it is, there’s no going back from it.” His hand cupped her breast, thumb sliding over her nipple, all the while watching her eyes.
He loved the look she got when he moved in her. When his hands claimed her body. When she gave herself up to the beauty of what they were together.
“I don’t like being away from you either, Gino,” she admitted, arching into his hand.
The rain had started outside, falling on the roof and beating on the windows, the rhythm adding another dimension to his fantasy. The room was dark, but he could see easily and there was no way he was going to miss out on one detail of her face and body, not one small expression in her eyes.
“See how still you can stay for me.” He whispered it, staring into her eyes, his hands filled with her soft breasts, fingers and thumb tugging and rolling her nipples.
She tried for him, because she liked pleasing him. He worked her body, using his mouth, tongue and teeth, his hands, gentle to rough and switching back. Watching her the entire time. Her breath came in ragged pants, providing a counterpoint to the rain’s driving rhythm, but she stayed relatively still for him. Because he asked. Her hips bucked and her body writhed, but she held it under control, doing her best, those eyes never leaving his.
He lavished attention on her breasts, taking his time, leaving his mark, wanting to write his name there. He’d never felt like doing such a foolish, childish thing in his life, declaring ownership, wanting the world to know she was his, but there was something about her that, right from the first moment he’d read about her, had made him feel a bit primitive.
He lifted his head just a little as he slid lower. “Going to be a long night, baby. You ready for me?” He was asking if he could be who he was. Take her the way he needed to. Make sure she enjoyed every second of it. “Wet and hot? Just for me?”
“I’m always ready for you, Gino.”
Her voice was a whisper but it slid over his skin like a sensual sin. He took his time, kissing his way over every square inch of the front of her. He used his tongue to taste her everywhere, his teeth to leave his mark, and his lips to suckle, bringing up faint strawberries here and there. Her breathing became frantic, her breasts swaying with every frantic inhale and rushed exhale.
He murmured to her, his mouth against her exquisite skin, telling her who she belonged to, letting her know he wasn’t ever letting her go, that she was the woman he wanted to wake up to every morning and hold every night. He told her a million things, most that couldn’t be deciphered between his mouth against her body and her breath hitching, exploding, rushing, moving through her so feverishly because she was desperately trying to keep still under his assault. For him. Always for him. He asked, and it mattered to her. God, he loved her.
“I can’t stay still,” Zara said. “I’m trying, Gino, but it’s impossible.”
He knew it would be, but he was pleased she tried. He spent a few minutes between her legs, devouring that addicting cream that belonged solely to him before kissing his way down her thighs to her ankles. He caught her ankles and twisted, flipping her over so he could claim every inch of her body.
“Your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” he admitted and then found the lobe of her ear with his teeth.
Zara said something, but it was muffled by the sheets. Her hips bucked again, almost as though she might dislodge him, but he clamped his leg over her thigh and held her down for his slow, exploration. He moved the long thick length of her hair, admiring the way the silky strands spread across the pillow in luxurious golden waves.
His mouth found the nape of her neck. She was particularly sensitive there and he spent a little time kissing and licking, nipping gently with his teeth, watching the slow burn spread through her body, her movements and little cries feeding his own fire. His cock was hard and thick as he dragged it down her spine, leaving a trail of wet. His mouth followed, kissing and nipping, finding every sensitive spot, until he made his way to her buttocks.
“I like the way you look a whole hell of a lot.” He nipped her, right in the middle of a small dimple.
She yelped, laughed and pushed back against him, her breath hitching. “You do?”
“Mmm.” He used his tongue, more exploring, widening her legs to give him access to what he wanted most. She tasted like heaven. He yanked her up onto her knees, at the same time pressing her head down so she went obediently to her elbows. “Like the way you look just like this, princess.” He stroked her breasts, tugged on her nipples and then pressed his mouth to all that slick honey.
She cried out, pushed back against him, and he found his body on fire. No longer a slow burn consuming him, but a raging inferno. He licked at her one last time, pushed his finger deep while he stroked, flicked and circled her clit, wanting to ensure she was ready for him. Her cream coated his finger and he licked it clean, kneeling up behind her.
“Gino.” She wailed his name. “Hurry up.”
“Right here, princess. You giving me a royal order?” He loved her needy like this. Her body writhing. That little sob in her voice. His beautiful woman with that little hint of desperation drove him crazy.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He pressed the head of his cock into her burning entrance. Scorching heat surrounded him, her body clamping around his like a vise, determined to pull him deep or keep him out. He was never certain with that first entry. His breath rushed out of his lungs in a long, slow exhale of pure pleasure or pain, he couldn’t decide which, as he pressed deeper. Watching as her body was forced by his steady pressure to accept the invasion of his added to his pleasure. He could watch himself fuck her all night. Fast. Slow. Hard. Rough. Gently. Easy. It didn’t matter as long as he was in her and watching her take his cock any damn way he wanted.
“Move.”