Page 87 of Unraveled

Only something precious and treasured could make him feel as crazy and high as she did when she was fucking him or sucking him dry.

Sex—for Gian—had become something of a nuisance in his life, to deal with when he got the chance. It slowly became a secondary need that took a back seat to his daily responsibilities and the duties that always had to come first.

Not with Cara.

With Cara, sex became a form of his affection. It was yet another way to communicate. It let him feel. He was always relaxed—never bothered or worried about outside issues—whether he was on his knees between her legs, or she was above him looking down. He focused in on her, nothing else, and it wasn’t such a fucking nuisance to be taken care of.

It was an urge that was constant. Unrelenting.

She was always on the back of his mind now, in one way or another. When he wasn’t with her, he was working out a way to be with her. In her effort to have space from him, all she had managed to do was make Gian even more fucking obsessed with her than he had been before. He controlled the urges well enough, but it was like constantly balancing on a very thin string, ready to break. He didn’t want her running scared from him again, he wanted her with him.

The sound that tore from his throat was almost inhuman, his words jumbling together as the pressure and heat in his spine suddenly grew to the point of no return. He managed to get something out, a mix of “fuck, I’m going to come” and “shit, don’t stop.” He wasn’t really sure what he said, he couldn’t hear it. His ears were ringing as his load emptied into Cara’s waiting mouth. She kept his cock tight to her lips and deep in her throat as his cum shot out with enough force to make him dizzy.

Like the good girl she was to him, she swallowed every last fucking bit of it down, too. Then she cleaned his cock with her tongue, and kissed her way back up his body until she was sitting sweetly in his lap, straddling him. The pleased curve of her lips told him that she liked sucking him off, if only because it gave her some control between them.

She didn’t know it, but she had all the control now.

Gian pulled Cara in for a bruising kiss, her lips warm and swollen against his. Despite having just emptied his fucking balls, his cock was still painfully hard, because he wasn’t done. It wasn’t that simple when it came to Cara.

“Thank you for wearing a dress tonight,” he said.

Cara lifted a single brow high. “Why?”

“It makes this easier, and faster.”

He’d needed to get undressed entirely, she only needed her skirt lifted up and her panties pushed aside. Then, he could finally get back to the heaven and home that came with fucking Cara Rossi.

Gian lifted Cara’s skirt and turned her in his lap so that her back pressed to his chest. His hand flew between her thighs to feel what belonged to him there. He buried his face into her sweet-smelling curls as he yanked her panties aside, and brought her down on his length without giving her time to prepare for it. He didn’t want to wait, he was so fucking tired of waiting after weeks of it.

But shit … it was worth it. Every hot, slick, tight inch of her sucked him in and held him in place like she wasn’t going to let him go. Seated deep in her cunt, Gian could breathe again for the moment.

“Oh, fuck,” Cara breathed as she squirmed on his cock in the best way.

“Christ, you’re wet. How hot do you get sucking me off?”

“It’s not normal.”

Her words were a mumble. A hot, airless mumble.

“It is,” he said with a chuckle, his fingers tangling into her hair. “Now, you got what you fucking wanted—you made me come. Give me what I want, Cara. Give me what’s mine, mon ange.”

Her pussy. Her orgasms. Her sounds. All of that belonged to him when they were like this.

Every bit of it.

“Just give me a sec—”

Gian tugged firmly on her hair, quieting whatever she was going to say. “Fuck me, Cara. Now.”

She didn’t need to be told again, lifting enough to ride him while he pulled on her hair and kept a hand between her thighs at the same time. He liked the feeling of his cock and her cunt against his fingertips. He could feel everything, from the way she stretched open every time she lowered on to his cock, to the rhythmic pulse of his heart beating in his shaft. All her juices slicked them up, and he wanted to see her clean his fingers off when they were done.

Gian’s fingers pressed tighter to her cunt, not quite grabbing it as she fucked him, but firm enough for her to feel it. She grinded her clit into his palm at the same time. “All mine, Cara.”

“Yours.”

Of course, it was.

He hadn’t realized how unhurriedly such a thing could build inside him—such a vindictive, needy, greedy, beautiful thing like love. He’d never been in love before, and when he finally understood that he had been slowly falling in love with Cara, he’d been too stupid and too selfish to stop it. He liked the way it felt, after all, even when it hurt.