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Her pussy clenched around his thick flesh, and the world around her turned as white as the snowy woods outdoors. “Oh my God,” she gasped, when she started to come. One pulse, then another, then…
“Fuck.” Elio withdrew as quickly as he’d entered, his breathing ragged.
“No!” she yelled when her orgasm sputtered and faded away without being fully realized.
Elio was shaking his head like he’d received some sort of electric shock and it rendered him senseless. “Jesus.”
“Elio?” she asked, confused by his tone. Something had shaken him up. Why would he pull out like that? Was he still worried about hurting her? “It didn’t hurt, I swear.”
“No. I forgot the condom. Fuck,” he repeated, and suddenly she understood his remorse. “I’m sorry, Gianna.”
“It’s okay,” she said. He’d been inside her less than ten seconds, and he hadn’t come. Then she panicked, but not for the same reason he had. “Wait. You have condoms, right?”
“I do. A whole box, brand-new.”
“Thank God.” She expected him to go get one, but instead, he remained where he was, caging her beneath him.
His gaze locked on her as if he was trying to wrap his head around something. “You were about to come, weren’t you?” he asked.
Gianna felt her cheeks go warm. She hated how often she blushed around him. “Um…” She bit her lower lip.
“One thrust.” He grinned, shaking his head in amazement. “Fucking hell, that’s hot.” Elio looked over his shoulder, toward the front door. “Condoms are in my duffel bag.”
“What a shame,” she joked, “that they’re allllll the way over there.” He’d yet to move his bag away from the front door, grabbing shit from where it sat, like a heathen—which was what she’d teasingly called him earlier today—instead of unpacking like the civilized human she had proclaimed herself to be.
Elio snorted, then his eyes lit up. “Actually, if we’re lucky…” He stretched out toward the nightstand, reaching beneath it. “Paydirt.” He lifted his hand, revealing a condom. “Bruno used to bring Vivian up here when they were dating.”
“Liza told me.”
“He always hid a stash of condoms under the drawer. There’s a little ledge there. I’m stealing his last one.” As he spoke, Elio slid the condom on. “Now, where were we?” he asked as he gripped his cock and placed it at her pussy. “Oh, that’s right. You were about to come on my dick after one thrust. Because I’m such a stud.”
She started to laugh, but the sound morphed to a breathy cry when Elio reentered her with the same force and speed as the first time.
This time, he didn’t pause, didn’t give her time to think or adjust.
The only thing she was capable of was feeling. And dear God, she was feeling it. Everything.
Within three thrusts, she was coming, but Elio didn’t acknowledge her orgasm, didn’t give stop. She gripped his arms, trying to find something to hold onto, to keep herself from flying away, splintering apart.
He’d told her to keep her hands on the pillow, but he may as well have asked her to stop breathing. There was no way she could remain passive when he fucked her so roughly, took her so hard. If he wanted that, he should have tied her up.
“More,” she gasped, as pleasure and pain, delight and fear ebbed and flowed, one taking precedence, then the other.
Her nails pierced the skin on his shoulders and Elio winced. She eased her grip, but he said, “Scratch me again. Leave your mark. I need this to last too.”
She lifted her head, intending to kiss his chest. Instead, she bit him.
Elio clasped the back of her head, holding her against him, then made the same demand she had. “Bite harder!”
She sank her teeth in deeper, and Elio gave her the same, nipping at a spot between her shoulder and her neck. At this rate, they would tear each other apart.
Elio fucked her harder, and the orgasm she’d thought had passed flared to life once more. Her head flew back on the pillow as she fought for air, all semblance of control ripped from her hands.
She was his. He owned her, every part of her.
Elio slowed his thrusts, allowing her to come down, kissing her, soothing her. “You’re perfect,” he gasped.
Perfect? All her life…no one had ever called her perfect.
