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When his mouth closed over my core, hunger like I’d never known clamped down on my lungs. I gulped in air, eyes wide yet unseeing. He licked and sucked, teasing up the intensity of my pleasure to a heightened frenzy. While he owned my body with his tongue, his fingers worked at my entrance. First one, then two. He hooked them inside me, stretching and soothing at the same time.
The pressure felt so damn good. So full. Before long, I came with a burst of thunder, pleasure pouring down on me, drenching me to the bone. He coaxed the last drops from me before moving up my body. I felt too sensitive for more, yet the gentle nudge of his cock at my entrance stirred a renewed craving to life. Like my body knew it had yet to receive the heart of what it wanted.
His hands again found mine, keeping them raised above my head, my chest thrust upward toward him. His lips remained parted as though each breath of restraint plunged him further into madness. His luminous blue eyes sparked with the conflict between mindless lust and a protective devotion.
“Fuck me, Conner. I’m ready. I need it.”
And with my simple plea, all pretense of restraint dissolved. Conner eased inside me until he bumped against my resistance. He wasn’t even all the way inside, yet I felt bursting with fullness. I gasped for air, struggling to adjust to the foreign sensation. He used the opportunity to seize my mouth, his tongue delving deep against mine as a distraction just before he thrust his cock deep inside me. He stole the cry from my lips, soothing the stab of pain with his shower of affection.
“That’s my girl. The worst is over, baby.”
I nodded, chest panting with exertion. The burn quickly ebbed, however, and I explored the situation with a squeeze of my inner muscles.
Conner hissed, his back arching involuntarily. “Do that again, and this will be over way too soon.”
I smiled, a small chuckle bubbling up from my throat, only intensifying when it caused me to squeeze again and coax yet another moan from him. Though my laughing died a quick death when he turned the tables, his own chuckle causing him to swell inside me.
Good God, he felt incredible.
I moaned unabashedly.
How was it I could somehow feel him in every part of me? As though from the inside, he’d gained access to the highways and byways of my body and could command me like a master puppeteer.
Conner began to ease in and out of me. Each back and forth motion was punctuated with a zing of pleasure when he rubbed over that extra sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside me. I began to move along with him, lost to an ancient dance my body seemed to know without instruction or direction.
He placed a hand under one of my knees and pressed my leg back, curving me in on myself in a way that intensified the effect of his movements.
“I’m ending this quick so I don’t make you too sore, but next time…” He nipped at my bottom lip, then began to thrust inside me with the ferocity of the devil pounding on the gates of hell.
A velvet promise of something more coiled deep in my belly. It seemed to hover just out of my reach like the moon on a cloudless night. Already sated from my orgasm before, I wasn’t bothered by my inability to grasp that amorphous spark. If anything, I was intrigued and fully awash in a shower of pleasure.
When a guttural rumble tore from deep inside Conner, I was amazed that I could feel his shaft swell and pulse inside me. His entire body shuddered as his movements slowly ebbed.
Without allowing himself much time to recover, he lifted back to his knees and watched as he pulled from inside me. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
On the other hand, I began to panic as I felt the evidence of what we’d done seep from my core. I started to close my legs together, but Conner’s hands quickly anchored me in place.
“I’m going to make a mess of the sheets,” I reminded him, embarrassment creeping up.
His eyes never left my pussy. “Don’t give a fuck. There’s nothing sexier than watching my cum drip from your wet pussy.” He ran a finger gently along my opening, swiping up and breathing in the essence of our combined juices. The lights in the room were low, but it was still enough that I could make out the red tinge to the glistening moisture.
“I’d never expected to marry a virgin or felt a particular need to fuck one, but hell if I don’t love knowing my cock is the only you’ll ever know.” His eyes finally lifted to mine.
My lips quirked up in the corners. “I never intended to save myself for marriage, but hell if I’m not glad I did.”
A strange intimacy passed between us while our eyes remained locked on one another. It heated the room with a frightening electric current.
Jaw clenching, Conner slipped from the bed. “Stay there,” he murmured before heading to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a wet washcloth in one hand and a dry one in the other. I was pleasantly surprised to discover when he gently wiped at my slit with the wet cloth that he’d warmed it to a soothing temperature. Once he was satisfied with his work, he patted me dry, then held out a hand to help me up. “You need to pee, then take some painkillers.”
“Yes, sir,” I said playfully, which promptly earned me a smack in the ass.
He got me a glass of water while I went to the restroom. Then we brushed our teeth and returned to the bedroom to curl up beneath the blanketed weight of the secrets still looming over us.
“Your mother wasAgostino’s sister, wasn’t she?” I’d meant to let the subject rest until morning but couldn’t settle my racing thoughts. Noemi had yet to fall asleep herself, so I decided maybe a brief talk would be necessary before we could find rest.
“Yes. She and Aunt Etta were twins, and Uncle Agostino is their older brother.”
That was what I’d been afraid of. “He and Renzo would want to know the truth, but I’m not sure it’s our place to say something.” I’d been debating the issue in my head for the last ten minutes. As far as I could tell, one crucial bit of information was missing. “Why did Fausto kill his wife, Noemi?”
