135
135
Her thoughts blurred, scattered like whispers in the wind, as Marcello finally tore his lips from hers. Both of them panted, breathless, their foreheads almost touching.
His hand slid to the zipper of her dress. She froze, clutching the firm muscle of his bicep, while his fingers drew the line downward, the sound of the zipper slicing the silence between them. Her chest brushed his, hot breath mingling, and when his cool fingers traced back up the length of her spine, she arched helplessly into his touch.
Their eyes locked, neither willing to break away. Shyness battled fiercely with the desire raging inside her, but she held his gaze, needing to see the hunger, the devotion, and the wild firestorm burning in his amber eyes. In those molten depths, she felt wanted, treasured, utterly consumed.
With deliberate patience, Marcello slipped the fabric from one shoulder, then the other. The gown collapsed in a silken pool at her feet. He stepped back, his gaze sweeping over her frame with scorching intensity that stole her breath.
Carnal desire shadowed his features. Azzurra’s pulse raced as she watched him watch her, every flicker of emotion flashing across his face. In the next heartbeat, he was on her, rough fingers closing around her throat as he hauled her against him. She rose onto her toes, grasping his arms, her head tipped back to the ceiling, lips trembling beneath his hovering mouth.
“You’re so beautiful, I want to keep you in my bed and never let you out,” he rasped, voice raw, eyes blazing into hers.
The tension was unbearable. She leaned forward, desperate for his mouth but he tugged her back, palm firm at her throat.
“Not so fast, tigress. I’ll take my time.”
He spun her abruptly, bending her over the tall armrest of the couch. His hips pressed into her from behind, sending a shudder rippling through her. Fingers tangled in her hair, he tugged her head back, kissing a trail of heat along her spine. Soft mewls spilled from her lips as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall away. His teeth grazed her shoulder, a wicked bite followed by soothing nibbles that made her quiver.
He yanked her upright with her hair, her chest arching as his free hand closed lightly around her throat. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, his hand sliding down to discard the last barrier between them. His rough palm molded to her breast, squeezing firmly as his hips rolled against her, driving her half-mad. Azzurra trembled, thighs pressed together, her body screaming for more.
Marcello pinched her sensitive bud, wringing a gasp from her, before spinning her into his arms and dragging her into the bathroom. The lock clicked behind them. He set her on the cold marble slab, cursing under his breath as his mouth closed over her breast. Her gasp echoed off the tiled walls, fingers twisting in his hair while he nibbled and licked at her tender flesh.
Her hands fumbled at his shirt, and he understood. Slowly torturously he unbuttoned it, eyes dark with hunger, lips glistening as he teased her with every movement. By the time he shrugged the shirt off, her heart thundered in her chest.
Then she froze. Heat flushed her face when she realized he stood before her utterly bare. She barely had time to process before he lifted her effortlessly onto his shoulder, carrying her into the shower stall. Warm water cascaded down as he tore away her panties and forced her legs apart with his knee.
“Marcello,” she whimpered, breathless only to gasp when his calloused hand cupped her, fingers slipping inside her with agonizing slowness. She clung to his wrist, helpless against the deliberate rhythm. Her gaze locked on his, torn between pleasure and frustration.
Just as her release coiled tight, he pulled away, smirking at her groan of protest. His hand closed around her throat, lips crushing hers as two fingers plunged back inside, pumping until she shattered in his arms, writhing in ecstasy.
“My turn now,” he growled, voice husky, spinning her to face the wall. He guided her hands against the slick tiles, gripping her hips possessively.
She gasped as he pressed into her, eyes flying wide. “W-wait I just ahh” Her protest dissolved into a cry as his hips drove hard, deep, relentless. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed with the rush of water. Her legs trembled, her head tipped back, and she came undone a second time beneath his punishing pace.
With a guttural growl, Marcello spilled into her, yet he didn’t stop, his chest pressed to her back, breath ragged in her ear.
“Marcello!” she cried, half in anger, half in pleasure.
“Take it like a good girl,” he snarled, plunging into her with renewed hunger, refusing to let her go.