Page 85 of Fastest Kill

Dario's grip in her hair went rigid. "Let me see you." His voice was rough and unsteady. "Keep going. I want to watch while you—fuck, Frederica, keep going⁠—"

She worked herself slowly and sucked him harder, and the combination of both was making her lose herself in the sensation of giving them both pleasure. His hips moved in small, helpless thrusts, his breathing falling apart.

Dario pulled her off, both hands in her hair, lifting her head, his chest heaving.

"I need you to stop before I come all over you," he said with a ragged exhale. "And I want to be in you like I need to breathe."

Frederica laughed softly as he picked her up, her legs going around his waist, and carried her to the bed.

He dropped back onto the covers and brought her down on top of him. She could hardly believe he was all hers.

Fredrica reached around and found the bra she had stripped off earlier. She held it up.

Dario looked at it, and a slow smile spread across his mouth. "I don't think it will fit me."

"Hands up," she demanded, and he lifted them behind his head to clasp the bars of the headboard.

She crossed his wrists, looped the fabric around them, knotted it, and reached up to hook it around the bar. He tested it once, making his biceps flex, then let his arms settle above his head and looked at her with those dark eyes.

"Happy now?" he asked, wearing the little grin that drove her wild.

"Getting there." She swung her leg over him and sat on his face.

Dario's hands jerked against the binding. "You really are in a mood to drive me crazy tonight, aren't you?"

"I sure am. Now get to work," she crooned.

His hot tongue glided between her folds, and every other thought she had fell apart. She grabbed the headboard with both hands and held on.

Dario ate her pussy with unmatched enthusiasm, and Frederica reveled in it. His tongue pushed deep, pulling sounds out of her she had no control over, and she ground down against his mouth because she couldn't get enough. His hands strained against the headboard bar, making it shake as the fabric pulled taut.

The orgasm hit her fast and hard. Her thighs clamped against his head, her knuckles white on the headboard, a cry tore out of her so loud that she was grateful the Venice walls were thick enough to absorb it.

She stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, her legs shaking, and the pulse from her pussy thrumming all the way through her. Dario licked her gently through it until she could form enough thoughts to move.

Frederica worked her way down him slowly, because she had the time and she wanted to savor every second of it.

Her mouth found his throat, the line of his jaw, the soft skin below his ear that made him hiss in a breath. She wanted to lick and mark him all over, so he went into battle covered in her.

She dragged her teeth along his collarbone, kissed the muscle of his shoulder, pressed her lips to the tattoos on his chest.

She worked her mouth along the edges of the design at his hip until he made a broken sound against the pillow, and the muscles of his abdomen jumped and contracted under her lips.

She nipped along his obliques. Licked the trail of hair below his navel. He tried to move his arms, and it was forceful enough that the headboard rattled. The frustrated, thoroughly turned-on groan he made was one of the best sounds she had ever been responsible for.

Frederica spread her hands over his chest and smiled in deep satisfaction. All that muscle and heat, wrapped around the one person in her life who had never once looked at her and decided she was too much.

"You never make me feel like I'm too big," she said, and it came out far more honest than she planned.

Dario's expression changed, the wanting going quieter and more serious.

"You're the perfect size for me." He said it like a fact, not a reassurance. "I never have to worry about hurting you or holding back, and I can just fuck you with everything I want to give you. You're perfect for me in every way that matters."

Frederica kissed him to stop herself from doing something undignified like trying to respond to his declaration. She didn't have the right words for it anyway.

She worked her way back up him and sank down onto his cock. The stretch of him, the fullness, it was so good she exhaled roughly, and his arms strained against the headboard above them both.

"Frederica—" he moaned.