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But then, suddenly, he was knifing up, grabbing me, and rolling me onto my back.
There was no slow teasing.
One second, he was beneath me.
The next, his face was buried between my thighs, eating me like a starved man, his hand above the triangle of my sex, holding me wide as he devoured me.
My entire body felt pulled too taut by the time his fingers were thrusting inside of me. Fast. Relentless.
My whimpers became moans that quickly turned into frantic gasps as he drove me closer and closer, never giving my body a second to let the orgasm ebb.
He drove me ruthlessly through an orgasm that had me crying out, had my back arching up off the mattress, and had me shaking almost violently as the waves crashed and crashed through me as he kept working me.
I was still barely drawing in a shaky breath as he shifted over me, reaching into the nightstand, and quickly protecting us.
His weight pressed into me, and I could feel his thickness against my cleft, rocking as his lips claimed mine. Giving me a moment for my body to start to climb again.
This kiss wasn’t sweet or explorative.
His lips were crushing into mine. The scruff of his face was scraping me, branding my skin.
And all I wanted was more.
My nails trailed down his back to sink into his ass, pulling him more tightly against me as my legs spread wider for him, my hips rising to meet his movements, silently begging for more as his tongue suddenly sucked mine, dragging a surprised moan out of me.
A rumble of amusement moved through him, vibrating into me, at my response before his teeth nipped my lips. He released me from the kiss entirely, pulling up slightly to look down at me, the moment full of a silent question, giving me an out if I wanted it.
But, God, I’d never wanted anything more than this. Than him. My hips rose, angled for him, and I watched his eyes go molten, felt his breath shudder out of him, before, suddenly, he was surging inside of me, taking me in one deep thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to mine for a moment, like he was trying to find some control even as my walls tightened around him.
“Silvano, please,” I begged, my hips wiggling restlessly, needing the movement like I needed my next breath.
Silvano lifted up, watching me as he pulled back, then surged all the way back in, the movement making matching groans escape us.
He did it again.
And again.
And again.
My nails dug crescents into his back.
“Faster,” I begged, my hips rocking against him. “Faster, please,” I pleaded, my breathing fast and shallow, the need a borderline pained sensation in my core.
Silvano’s arms shifted under me, his hands wrapping around my shoulders, holding me still as he started to fuck me like I wanted.
Faster.
But still hard.
Making the headboard knock against the wall. There was a second of worry about the safety of movements like that in a loft before the pleasure started to grow, chasing everything else away but the sensations of him moving inside of me, the way his gaze was burning into me, how his body tensed as mine did, as we climbed together.
“Silvano…” I whimpered, my breath feeling caught in my lungs as he drove me right to that edge. Then with one final thrust, over it, leaving me crying out, my body shuddering, as the pleasure slammed through me over and over.
But when I finally came back down, he was still hard inside of me.
Seeming to sense I was back with him, he grabbed me, rolling me onto my side, and moving behind me, legs cocked under mine, arm over my hip and up my chest.
