His cock inside her was more than she ever could imagine. He was too large, too long, too everything. Her body bucked, recoiling to run away, but the burn of his touch also made her open up. She choked out a sob.
“Let me in.”
Yes. He rocked back and forth. He had only slid in maybe an inch, but it stretched her until the burn spread. How could he get all the way inside? He’d ruin her. But he didn’t have the same fears. His large hands found their way to her hips, holding her in place, and he slid a bit farther in.
“You can take it. You were made for me. I’m here.”
Too much. Not enough.
Giuliana’s body and mind were confused. She throbbed, twisting under him and breathing to take him deeper.
“Trust me.”
Her frantic gaze met his. Pasquale released her hips with one hand and wrapped his fingers around her throat. Her pulse throbbed louder, echoing in her head.
“Feel how strong I am, baby. I won’t let you get hurt. Never.”
It shouldn’t have worked, but it did. She gave in. To his control. To his insistent push inside her.
“Such a good girl.”
More wetness slid from her, coating the hot skin where they joined, easing his path.
“Don’t you want it all?”
Yes, please.
She moaned, reaching for his forearm and gripping it to anchor herself.
“Yes. All of you.”
His smile was harsh and confident. A sexy twist of his lips. He pulled out a bit before slamming back in. In one hard jerk, he pushed all the way inside. She screamed. Each deep dig of his cock and his groin muscle rubbing against her tender clit served to sweeten the pleasure.
Everything spiraled, her chest heaving and oxygen freezing before going to her brain. Where before there was an edge of pain, now it had changed to a pulsing pleasure that hurt so good. Her nipples were aching points that accented each of his harsh thrusts.
She clenched her muscles inside, pulling him deeper. Needing more.
He was right … about it all.
The need.
The craving.
The chance to break free of her fear and let him change her.
She let him lead. Giuliana couldn’t have compared his touch to anything she’d had before, or the late nights when she touched herself, seeking solace from the loneliness. He forced his hand between them, and she clenched her teeth as he stroked her clit. It stood out for him, hungry for more of his brand of electric sensation.
“It’s there, Giuliana. Everything you’ve wanted. The thing you dreamed of and told no one. You’re not alone anymore. Reach for it.”
She sucked in a deep breath. Her dreams? She’d wanted love and passion, like any other woman. Companionship. Connection. And Pasquale was here, a force between her legs, showing her what it could be.
This whole mission with him had been a whirlwind. Each new thing she learned about his world pulled her in. Too fast, too easy. The ground had to fall out from under them sometime. But even as she thought it, she was doing what he said, focusing on his bruising fingers on her clit, the pound of his shaft within her. He wasn’t gentle, and she realized she didn’t want him to be.
He didn’t treat her like she needed to be cared for because she was weak.
Impossible to shatter.
Yes. He recognized she was just as strong as him. That she could take anything he gave.
