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Alessio was kissing me, his tongue already deep in my mouth. Lust exploded inside me, a rush of white-hot need so fierce that I was already panting with it. I grabbed the back of his head with both hands and returned the kiss. It wasn’t sweet or gentle. It was like we were trying to devour each other. I took out my anger and irritation on his mouth using my lips, teeth and tongue.
He was hot and wet, the salty taste of my come still lingering. My groin tightened and my dick thickened with each rapid beat of my heart. More. That was my only thought as I dragged him closer. I couldn’t get enough.
Then his hands were everywhere, removing my jacket, working my shirt off. We broke apart only for a split second as he tore the fabric over my head. In a flash his lips were attached to mine again, our tongues dueling feverishly, while his palms swept over every bit of skin he could reach.
I began grinding our hips together, unable to help myself. Through my jeans I could feel his erection through his thin pants, and each brush of his hardness made me see stars. Fuck, yes.
Soon we were building up a rhythm, working together, shifting and rolling hips, our frantic breath mingling. It was so good. If I wasn’t careful, I could come like this.
I broke off and held his shoulders. Alessio’s flushed olive skin and lust-drunk expression stared down at me. I said, “Bed. Now.”
He didn’t argue. Bending, he tore at the laces of his boots and removed them. I quickly did the same, but slower because I was distracted by the sight of his ass flexing as he walked down the hallway to the bedroom. Cristo santo, he was perfect.
The bedroom door was half open when I got there, so I pushed it wide.
Madre di dio.
His tall frame was stretched diagonally across the tiny mattress, a sinful slash of bare limbs and dark coarse hair. Lithe and muscular, his frame had no flab, nothing wasted. He was sculpted, but not bulky from a gym.
A cornicello hung around his neck on a gold chain, the amulet nestled below his collar bones. He hadn’t struck me as a superstitious man, but so much about him continually surprised me.
He still wore his briefs, but I could see the large bulge behind the cloth. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it.
I stripped my pants off slowly, even though I felt ready to leap out of my skin. I wanted him so badly. His cool eyes burned intensely as he watched. He examined the tattoos, the scars. Signs of my former life. Much of my torso was covered with ink, markings that meant something once upon a time.
Alessio reached for his crotch and stroked his erection over his briefs. “You are a work of art, principe,” he said softly.
I didn’t like the way those words wrapped around my battered heart.
I focused on his body instead, and the red slash on his arm caught my attention. I knew from experience how bad those wounds could hurt.
Alessio noticed where I was staring and shook his head. “It doesn’t hurt. Come here.”
“I hope it stings like a bitch.”
His lips twisted with amusement. “Bloodthirsty and hot. I like it.”
Naked, I crawled onto the bed and dragged my palms up his legs, over his hips. I skimmed his stomach and chest. He was warm skin stretched tight over ropy muscle and strong bone, and I wanted to bite him, mark him. Devour him. “Tell me what you want.”
“You said we were going to fuck.”
“You ready to bottom for me, assassino?”
“Unless you’d rather bottom for me, yes.”
“I don’t bottom,” I said, bending to drag my tongue over his ribs, along his pecs. Brushed his nipple. Then I stretched out on top of him and sank my teeth into the curve of his neck. He shivered and gasped, his fingers clutching my hips.
“Never?”
“Only once. I didn’t enjoy it.”
“That’s because it wasn’t with me.”
Arrogant asshole. He thought he could do better than Paolo? Ma dai. I rolled my hips and ground our dicks together. The friction felt amazing. Craving a connection to him, I sealed our lips together and slipped my tongue in my mouth.
We continued to rub against each other, gaining speed, until he tore his lips off mine. “Minchia!” he hissed. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
I pushed up and reached for the nightstand. Digging around, I found what I needed.
