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My nerves pulse as if they were indispensable parts of an electrical network and I would be able to abandon my own skin to end the torture being imposed on my body, I would also be capable of dying if someone dared to interrupt it before I reached liberation through which every inch of me demands.
Sweat covers me completely in what seems like seconds, my vision blurs with tears, my teeth dry from the ever-increasing amounts of air that I try to swallow, without success, until the sensation of suffocation overwhelms me without Vittorio even touching my neck. The climax is a wind that sweeps me with so many tremors that it forces me to squint my eyes, completely out of control.
“Ah,bambina...” His hoarse voice is close enough for me to know that Vittorio no longer has his face between my legs. It's the only clue, because my body feels him everywhere. “Openyour eyes,” he demands, and I obey, feeling new tears slide down my cheek as soon as I do. Again, Vittorio licks them, now from both sides of my face. “I knew you'd be sweet, Gabriella,” he praises, and I can't do anything but try to rediscover a way to feed my lungs with oxygen.
Every nerve of mine is awake and ready, despite exhaustion, driven by the violent beating of my galloping heart that stumbles on invisible legs with every bit of air I let through my mouth, but which is lost inside me before it has the chance to be put out.
“There's only one thing, Bellamia, that will stop me from marking you now,” Vittorio says, fitting himself between my legs and placing his lips on my ear. His hard member rubs against my wet and sensitive flesh, prolonging the spasms of cum even more. “Say no,” he demands, and my clouded mind doesn't understand the request. “Say no, or I'll sink into that tight, bared pussy of yours, Gabriella, because it's this irrational animal you turn me into. One who wants to mark every inch of you, inside and out, like I've never done before.”
The words whispered against my neck steal what little air I had managed to make functional, because they are like pieces fitting inside me perfectly.
Panting, sweaty, exhausted, wet with my own cum and Vittorio's saliva as his weight crushes me in the most delicious way possible, I have no illusions that his words are romantic and yet I feel every part of me vibrate in response to them.
I want to be marked, in every way he's willing to mark me. I want to, and that's why I remain silent. The laugh that escapes his throat when Vittorio looks at me is husky. His blue eyes are as dark as a stormy sea, and he shakes his head from side to side, denying, at the same time as he moves his hips, wiggling.
His cock slides down, finding my entrance aching with desire. How is it possible that after all this I still want more? The wide head of the erection finds my canal, and I bite my lip. Vittorio steals it from me with his own teeth.
“This is going to hurt, Bellamia.”
“It already hurts,” I reply, and the man's lips remain open as he blinks at my response. “Please!” I beg, knowing that only he can end the agony that is already starting to consume me again. “Please!”
His mouth searches for mine as if my words had broken the restraints of the beast that Vittorio keeps inside. His arms fit under my back, and he rolls, I feel the advance of his member, slow but firm, and not even the discomfort that comes with it is enough to stifle the desire burning in my veins.
The pressure builds as I feel him deeper and deeper inside me, but I like the feeling. Vittorio is inside me, what's not to like? I gasp with his tongue in my mouth, feeling his movements against my own tongue as if they were being made in my pussy again, then he stops.
I open my eyes, looking for his. Without taking his mouth away from mine, the Don looks at me with more intensity than ever and, in one fell swoop, thrusts his hips forward. The pain blinds me and makes me cry out from my throat. New tears slide down my cheeks, this time for a completely different reason than the others.
Vittorio brushes our lips; his body is completely still again. His concentrated face doesn't hide the effort he's making, and I swallow huge amounts of air in an attempt to push away the pain. The moment lasts I don't know how long until the Don starts moving again. He starts slowly and I realize that his dick is definitely not all the way inside me yet.
His every movement shoots a lingering sting down my canal, but the touch of his hands, sliding over my skin, squeezing my breasts, and his mouth licking my lips, sucking my neck, sucking my throat, and worshiping my nipples distract me enough until that pain is no longer a problem, I start to like it. It's a different kind of pleasure.
Different from when he rubbed my clitoris or when he seemed to feed on my pussy, but still, second by second, he steals my consciousness from me exactly as it happened the other times and, at a certain moment, seeming even more intense than before.
Vittorio's movements are slow, I feel him in every part of me, rubbing against my walls with each entry and exit. I feel his breath on my face and hear the guttural sounds he makes. I am completely enveloped by the moment, by our sweat mixing, by the smell of our bodies merging, by the awareness of everything that has happened since we entered the room. My mind simply goes numb, and I become unable to hear anything other than my own heartbeat. My mouth is open, and I'm screaming, but I don't hear any of it either.
I dig my nails into Vittorio's back and drag them down, his slow, long movements drive me crazy until the pleasure, just like the pain did before, blinds me. Even though my eyes remain open, I see nothing beyond the desperate need to let go. I moan, again and again, until my body obeys, and I come undone. With an abandoned scream, legs and arms clinging to Vittorio as if my life depended on it and there was no possibility of doing otherwise. I get lost in the world of everything and nothing, for seconds, minutes or, perhaps, hours. I don't even feel Vittorio leave me completely.
It's the roar that leaves his throat that rescues me and forces me to open my eyes to see an image that is tattooed on my soul without giving me the chance to prevent it from happening: Vittorio sweaty, with damp hair hanging forward, a hand holding his own cock, stained red, and the other spreading my pussy lips. He shoots a thick stream and I feel the warm heat of his cum dripping between my legs before he continues marking me, just like he promised he would.
Vittorio cums on my thighs, on my abdomen and on my breasts without taking his eyes off mine for even a second before he glues his body to mine, completely smearing both of us, and assaulting my mouth.
Undoubtedly marked as his possession, a sense of unparalleled freedom spreads through every fiber of my being: free. I feel completely and irrevocably free.
***
I don't open my eyes, the fear that everything was just another one of my dreams forces my eyelids to remain closed, even though everything around me, from my own nakedness to the scent ingrained in my skin, makes it clear, still in the darkness, that the scenes replaying in my mind in uninterrupted flashes actually happened.
I had sex with Vittorio. I'm lying in his bed, without the courage to discover his room in broad daylight. I had sex with the Don of La Santa, and if it weren't for the hot pain between my legs, I'd be ready to do it again.
“Try not to blush when you want to pretend to be asleep.” The warning drives my eyelids upward.
I find Vittorio sitting on the edge of the bed, his body already completely covered in his usual attire, a dark three-piece suit,and the pang of disappointment in my stomach is inevitable. I wanted to see him naked again. The memory of the tattoos now hidden by clothes makes me bite my lip.
I couldn't see the ones on his back, there are so many. I wish I could look at each one of them, discover them, kiss them. Vittorio reaches out, rests his hand on my chin and steals my lower lip from between my own teeth.
His hard gaze drops from my face along with his fingers. The gentle touch contours my chin, smoothes my throat and then one of my collarbones before continuing its exploration until it seeps over the sheet and brushes my nipple. I sigh, swallowing the moan.
The Don shakes his head from side to side, denying some thought that crossed his mind.
