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Adriano

Her back was still pinned to the cold wall, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as I finally loosened my grip on her. The taste of her lingered on my tongue—sweet, addictive, and fucking mine.

She was mine. Every inch of her.

Her skin glistened where my mouth had claimed her, flushed and trembling, and I drank in the sight like a starving man. Every nerve in her body seemed alive under me, strung tight, and begging for more. And I loved it. I loved the way she yielded to me, the way her body betrayed how much she craved me.

When I rose to my feet, I locked my gaze on hers. Dark. Consuming. Dangerous. She was trapped in it—exactly where I wanted her.

“I love the way you look right now,” I groaned, unable to stop myself from reaching for her. I gripped her hand, tugging her close before I pushed her down onto the bed.

My voice came out low, raw, laced with the truth only I knew. “This look belongs to me alone. You’re mine forever.”

I stripped slowly, deliberately, watching her every reaction. The way her lips parted, the way her thighs pressed together as if she could ease the ache between them. She didn’t realize that every movement she made only fed the fire raging inside me.

My cock was already hard, thick, throbbing with the need to claim her. I caught the way her eyes fell on it, the hunger she couldn’t hide.

“I don’t need to ask if you like it,” I whispered against her ear, my voice gravelly with lust. “I can read you like the back of my hand.”

Gripping her thighs, I positioned myself at her entrance, ready to thrust deep and make her mine completely, when her voice stopped me.

“Wait.”

I froze, my brows furrowing as I searched her face. “Is something wrong?”

Her answer was a soft, reckless plea that sent heat shooting through me.

“No… but I want to touch you.”

Fuck.

Her words almost undid me right there. My control slipped another notch, and my hunger grew savage. She wanted to please me, needed to, and I wasn’t about to deny her.

“Come here,” I ordered, my tone sharp but heavy with anticipation.

She slid down from the mattress and lowered herself to her knees before me. My breath caught, a sharp intake betraying the raw desire flooding me. And then her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly, and a groan ripped from my throat—deep, primal.

Her touch was fire. Her tongue, when it flicked over the tip, was pure fucking sin.

“Ah!” The moan tore from me, rough, and uncontrolled.

The sight of her lips wrapped around me and the heat of her mouth sliding down my length nearly broke me.

Her hands gripped my thighs, her tongue working me with a hunger that drove me insane.

When her throat stretched to take me deeper, my control snapped. My fingers tangled in her hair as I guided her, thrusting into her mouth harder, deeper, fucking her sweet lips the way I craved.

“Faster,” I demanded, my voice harsh, strained with the need building inside me.

She obeyed, letting me take her fully, and I couldn’t hold back.

“I’m cumming,” I growled, my hips jerking forward one last time as release exploded through me.

Heat spilled into her mouth, and she swallowed it down greedily, like she had been made for this.

My chest heaved, my body still trembling with the force of it. “You did well, honey,” I murmured, tugging her up to me, my eyes still dark, still hungry.

But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

Her lips were swollen, damp, and when I kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue, I felt my cock stir again, rising thick and unyielding.

Her gasp met my ears as I pressed her back onto the bed. She whispered for me to be gentle, and for her, I would.

“I will,” I promised, though every muscle in my body screamed for me to lose control.

I teased her core with my tip, dragging it slowly until she shivered, then pushed inside. The tightness, the resistance, fuck, it was like nothing I had ever felt before.

Her cry cut through me, sharp and raw. “Pull it out. It hurts so much.”

I froze instantly, my chest tightening at the sight of her tears. My hand slid into her hair, my lips pressing soft kisses over her forehead, and my voice breaking as I whispered against her skin.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know it’s your first time. Please… bear with me.”

Her body trembled, and I held still, waiting as her tightness slowly eased around me. The pain in her eyes softened, and when she whispered, “You can move,” I finally let myself go.

Slow. Careful. And each thrust carving myself into her until the pain melted into pleasure.

Her soft moans filled the air, her voice begging for more, harder, faster. And fuck, I gave it to her.

I gripped her leg, shifted her, and slammed deeper. Her screams fueled me, raw and unrestrained, her nails raking my back as I pounded into her, harder, faster, giving her everything she asked for.

Her body quaked beneath me, her voice breaking with cries for more. And just when she thought she had me figured out, I flipped her, dragged her onto all fours, and drove into her from behind.

Her scream-moan tore through the room as my hand fisted in her hair. “You love it?” I growled, my hips snapping harder. “You love the way I thrust inside you.”

Her answer was broken, gasping, desperate. “Yes—oh! Just like that… fuck me harder.”

My pace grew savage, relentless, until her moans shattered into a scream. “I’m cumming!” she cried, her body trembling violently.

I almost let her go over the edge, but instead I pulled out, dragged her off the bed, and slammed her against the wall again.

She gasped as I drove back into her, rough, claiming, every thrust harder than the last. Her walls clenched around me, tight, desperate, milking me.

Her lips met mine, urgent, as she begged, “I’m cumming, honey.”

“Cum with me,” I growled, my climax tearing free as I drove into her one last time.

The heat of release flooded between us, my body shuddering as hers convulsed around me.

Our cries tangled in the kiss, breathless and raw, until there was nothing left but the sound of our gasps and the pounding of our hearts.