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SERA
“Your body,” he rasps against my neck. His whiskers scrape, and the sensation is delicious, sending little shocks cascading down my body, between my legs. “It’s made for sex. It’s made forme, Sera.” He turns his head, breath burning my skin, until his lips graze my skin, soft and hot. “You ran away from me once. Don’t run away again.”
I make a strangled sound in my throat. My whole body feels paralyzed, weak and ready. This time, we’re on his turf, and I should be afraid, and I am, but at the same time I’m not. I’m relieved that there’s nowhere for me to go, that I can only wait for him to touch me, everywhere, to make my skin sing against his.
“Antony.” I shudder against him, try to speak, but his mouth captures my words. His hands encircle my waist, pulling me to him, and somehow I’m straddling him, my sex pressed — oh,God— against his hardness, and then we’re devouring each other, finally unleashed against each other and kissing like the world is ending and we’re the only source of air. He rocks me against his erection and I moan, so loudly that heat flushes my skin even as I feel myself getting wet, and I’m embarrassed butso turned on and Ineedthis so much, I have no more control left, God please don’t let him realize I don’t know what I’m doing…
Antony draws back, panting. “God,bella mia, I knew you’d be everything. I’ll make you feel so good. Tell me you want me to make you feel good.”
“Antony…” I gasp again. I’m trying to tell him I’m a virgin but all that comes out isyes. The word is barely past my lips and he’s lifting me up, carrying me down a hallway, into a dark bedroom with a huge bed and the only illumination coming from the city skyline. Barely into the room, he presses me against the wall, still straddling him, and cups my ass, grinding himself against me. It’s so good I can’t stop the loud moan that rips from my throat. My body is no longer my own. I’m on the verge of an explosion, and it feels nothing like the tremors I’ve given myself in my own bed at night, in the dark, with just my exploring fingers.
“You’re so wet,” he growls. “Jesus, I can’t wait to sink myself inside that pussy of yours.”
I can’t help it. I flinch at the crude word. And even as turned on as I am, something stiffens inside me. Antony notices immediately. He draws back so he’s looking at me. “Scusi, bella,don’t you like rough talk? You have to tell me what you like, sweetheart.”
“I… don’t know,” I bumble.
A low chuckle emerges from his throat. “You’re shy with words, my Sera. For now, you can show me, if telling me is too hard.”
I’m still so turned on, but now I feel like I’m starting to ruin this. If only I could rewind three seconds and not react at his words.
“No. I mean… I don’t really know what I like. I like this. It feels so good, but I…” I take a deep breath, take the plunge I’m dreading. “I don’t have a lot of experience.”
Antony is puzzled. “Not a lot? Like, how much?”
“Like… none,” I admit, reddening.
Antony’s roving hands immediately stop. He looks suddenly almost guilty.Oh, no, I am totally ruining this!I bite my lip and try not to cry.
He lifts me away from the wall and carries me to the bed, then sits down with me. “Sera. Sweetheart. How?”
“I mean, I’ve kissed boys before,” I interrupt. “But that’s basically what they were. Just kisses and just boys. A couple in high school, and one in college. And I never really wanted to go further. I just…”
I try to find the words, but they won’t come. I hate that he probably thinks of me as some little uptight goody-goody now.
“I’m not a prude, Antony,” I continue in frustration. “I do have urges. It’s just that my life has always been apart from most people. The untouchable Mucci girl, you know? And then when I went to college, none of the boys had any relationship to my life. They just felt so foreign to me. And in our world, well, Mamma was always watching me, as the oldest. I was usually chaperoned. I didn’t have the rebellious streak that Tina does, so I didn’t really push too hard against it. The only boy my parents ever approved of was Giovanni Vincenzi.” I huff out a soft laugh. “But he was… well, the first and only time I was ever truly alone with him, back in high school, he pushed too hard, and I got scared. I had to push him away. He laughed, called me a cock tease, and tried again, but I managed to get away.”
Oh, shit.Antony’s expression turns instantly thunderous. For a second I’m afraid he’s going to spring up from this bed and go hunt Giovanni down to murder him.
“Antony,” I rush, “he didn’t get very far. It wasn’t like that. But that was the last time I ever went on a date with him. My parents don’t know why I wouldn’t consider him as a potential husband. And I don’t ever want to tell them.”
Antony’s jaw is clenched. I can see him working through his fury. “Antony,” I croon. “Come back to me.”
After a few seconds, he nods tightly. “You’re right. I’m not going to let thatfiglio di puttanacome between us right now.” Antony studies me, his eyes searching my face like he’s trying to read something in it. “Serafina. I didn’t read you wrong, did I? Tell me if you don’t want this.”
Oh, God. The absolute worst thing that could happen right now is for Antony to stop touching me. “Yes, I want this! I want you. Please, please touch me, Antony. Just… I’m sorry if I’m not very good at it.”
The shout of laughter that explodes from him takes me completely by surprise. “Oh, Serafina,” he chokes, working to contain his mirth. “You are already better than any woman I have ever had, just by being you. If you knew how much I want you right now, you might run away from me, too.”
“Never,” I say bravely.
He stops laughing now. His eyes bore into mine as he reaches a hand between my thighs. With one finger, he lightly grazes the fabric of my pants. I gasp, my eyes fluttering half-closed with need.
“You’re so wet, my beautiful girl,” he says, eyes still locked on mine. “God, I want to feel how hot and wet you are on my cock.”
I force myself not to look away. My breathing speeds up. These words, they’re so…filthy. But they’re somehow doing something to me. Making me feel desirable.Hot. Like a woman Antony craves. Not a stupid, embarrassing virgin.
