‘Lie back,’ he demanded.
I collapsed onto the sand as he entered me, spreading me wide with the thick girth. The penetration was deep, the stretched feeling too much, but he didn’t stop, relentlessly working himself inside me until my muscles relaxed enough to let him in all the way.
I lay shattered, conquered, my breathing coming out in ragged pants, his conquest of me complete.
‘Ah,Dio,’ he groaned, and I knew he was as overwhelmed as me.
Dazed desire darted through my nerve endings, the too-full feeling giving way to exquisite licks of pleasure as he began to move.
He braced himself above me so as not to press against my abdomen. The penetration was too much and yet not enough as each thrust took him deeper. Sensation shimmered, pulsed, that spot deep inside me clenching and releasing in a desperate battle to reach that towering pinnacle.
I clasped his head. ‘Vito, more, harder, faster.’
He pressed his hand to my cheek, his gaze fierce. But then he nodded. Grasping my hips, he rolled until suddenly I was on top of him, my knees on either side of his hips, that huge erection seated deep.
‘Ride me, Mia,’ he demanded, adjusting me, forcing me to sit upright, to take him to the hilt.
The penetration was immense, his cock so deep it felt as if I would choke on it. But as he moved me on him, lifting me up, drawing me down, I began to participate in my own annihilation, chasing the beautiful oblivion galloping towards me.
I rode him as he grasped my breasts, squeezing the sensitive nipples, forcing me into a maelstrom. Sweat glistened, the sounds of our flesh slapping together, the brutal beauty magnificent as I felt him grow even larger inside me.
He roared, lifting into me, hot seed coating my insides as my own brutal climax crested and dragged me into the vortex. I cried out, shattering, riding him for all I was worth before I collapsed on top of him, a sweating, shivering mess.
He clasped my head, holding me against his chest as we sank into the bright cloud together, his heartbeat against my ear thundering as fast and furiously as my own.
My body would always belong to him, I realised, still dazed with afterglow…
But I wasn’t afraid of my addiction anymore, because I knew his belonged to me now, too.
Chapter Twelve
Vito
Fuck.
How could the sex be even more intense than it was before? How could I have lost myself completely as soon as she contracted around my cock? Before I had ensured her surrender—which was what I had intended to do when I had spotted her hard nipples beneath the damp cloth, begging for my mouth…
Mia stirred, her sex clasping me—too tight, too exquisite. But as she shifted and attempted to lift off me, I dragged my hands down to cradle her butt and hold her still, before my needy cock surged to life once more
‘Do not move yet,’ I groaned, aware I was the one having to beg.
She sank back onto my chest and stilled, her staggered breathing audible over the murmur of the tide. But then the rumble of the patrol boat coming around the point forced me to act. The men had binoculars, and although they would not dare to stare at my woman without my permission, I did not want her naked where they might be able to see her.
Rolling over, I covered her body with mine, shielding her from prying eyes. I threaded her wet hair back from her face, dragged my thumb across her flushed cheek.
My cock twitched again, but I forced myself to pull out of her, then gathered the remnants of her dress to cover her nakedness as best I could. She took the torn cloth in unsteady hands, her fingers trembling.
The satisfaction—that she had been as deeply affected as I had by that insane joining—was short-lived, though. There was not enough cloth to cover the mound of her pregnancy. I stared down at her belly, which only triggered my arousal again.
Standing, I pulled up my trousers and tugged off my wet shirt, then offered her my hand. She took it in silence, allowing me to help her onto her feet, and did not object when I draped my shirt over her shoulders, fed her arms into the sleeves and buttoned it with clumsy fingers.
There, at least she was no longer naked for anyone to see.
‘Come,’ I said, clasping her hand. ‘We must return to the villa,’ I continued. ‘You will sleep in my bedroom from now on,’ I added in a desperate bid to prove I still controlled this situation. Even though I knew I did not.
But if I could get her to my bedroom and keep her there until I got my rampaging heartbeat—and my rampant cock—under control, I would be able to reestablish the power in this relationship. And figure out what had just happened.
Could I believe her? That she had no desire to escape from me now?
