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It was so hard to believe. No one could touch me anymore as long as I didn’t want to. It was a very foreign feeling to me. But I loved it. I wanted to drown in it.
I wanted to drown in Gabriele because he was the one who gave me this. He killed my rapist for me. He rescued me from them. He comforted me. He made me happy.
Without thinking, I pulled back and pressed my lips to his. He caressed my hair and kissed me slowly. Kissed me long and sweet. It felt like I mattered.
With him, I always mattered.
“Gabriele, I want you,” I whispered between kisses because I did. Because sex was not torture anymore. It was something safe and beautiful.
He pulled back and looked at my face for a second. Every time after we kissed, he looked at me like I was a miracle too good to be true. “You know I didn’t come to you for that?”
I smiled. “I know. But I want to.”
“Are you not tired?”
Maybe I should have been offended, but I could see the want in his eyes. He was hungry for me but was still double-checking to be sure that I really wanted it. It was not even frustrating.
It was cute.
I sweetly shook my head. “I waited for you all day. I missed you.”And now you gave me this amazing gift, and I want to celebrate.I wanted to be happy in a world Ivan Borisyuk didn’t exist.
I wanted to forget him in Gabriele’s arms. Because he didn’t exist anymore.
Gabriele nibbled my bottom lip. “I missed you too.”
When I kissed him again, our tempo changed. We kissed more eagerly, hungrily. His hands went under my t-shirt to pinch my nipples, and I ripped his shirt. He didn’t say a thing. Only ripped mine in return. It belonged to him anyway.
I needed him bad, but when I stroked him over his pants, Gabriele gently removed my hand. He pulled back and touched the waistband of my panties. His eyes were shining with lust. “Sit on my face.”
My breath caught on my throat. “What?”
He smiled a devilish smile. “Heard me. Come sit on my face.” Then he lay back on the bed and looked at me expectingly.
I was frozen in place. It was something I never even dreamed of doing. He let me be on top, but this felt so different. I was going to be in control, and it was solely for my own pleasure. “You really want that?” I asked hesitantly.
Gabriele squeezed my thigh gently. I knew he could just lift me and put me on his face, but he never forced me into anything. “I really, really want to, Kira. Please.”
Oh God, he was really begging to lick my pussy. How could I say no? “Okay.” I removed my panties and straddled his chest. I felt too exposed, but at the same time, the sight of him under me, between my legs, was probably the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Especially because he looked at my pussy with great hunger.
“Umm… so how should we do this? How much I should… lower myself?”
His brown eyes came to mine, and he wrapped his strong hands around my thighs. “All the way, darling. Sit on my face. Ride my tongue like you rode my cock.”
My pussy clenched at his words, and I knew my cheeks were turning pink. The thought made me so hot and heavy, but I was also a little worried. I remembered the times they fuckedmymouth. Of course, Gabriele was not forced to do this like me, but still, the choking feeling was agonizing. I didn’t want to hurt him.
I wanted to be sure because he always made sure I was okay before he did anything. “Are you sure? I don’t want to choke you.”
He smiled, and even though all the lust in his eyes, it was a soft smile. “I am a big boy, Kira. I can handle it.” When I still seemed skeptical, he added. “If I want you to stop, I’ll tap your thigh twice, okay?”
This was better since he could not talk while I was sitting on his face. I nodded, satisfied. “Okay.”
“Now sit, woman. I am hungry,” he growled, and his breath licked my pussy. With that, I lowered myself so his tongue could do the same.
He squeezed my thighs, and his mouth started working. I pressed myself to it. I still couldn’t get used to the feeling of Gabriele licking me. He was so good at figuring me out, doing what I liked. But now, me having all the power was something else.
It was foreign, but I could get used to it.
My hips rolled on their own account. I wanted to get more of his tongue. When I looked down at him, he growled, and I felt the vibration inside of my body. A loud moan slipped from me to the sight. I rubbed myself more and more to his mouth. Seeing him under me, his mouth occupied with making me come, gave me great satisfaction. This was the guy who ended the Five Families. This was the man who killed the previous Bratva Pakhan. This was the guy who killed Ivan Borisyuk.
