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“My thigh. He stroked my legs, trying to rip my tights.”
What I saw on his face was not anger, it was something much more dangerous – blood thirst and death. I prayed that Franklin Walsh never got to see that because it would be the last thing he’d see on this earth.
“My Grazi.” He mumbled and started painting a love tapestry on my skin with his kisses. His lips stared on my neck and kept going south, finding new spots to touch and make me moan.
Before every kiss I could feel his torrid breath caressing the skin. Such a soft thing, but so powerful, I wanted to arch, and twist, and turn. He made it to my hip and sunk his teeth into me like I was desert.
“You taste like sugar, mia moglie.”
“You like?”
“I love.”
He touched me everywhere, pushing away every shadow that was left behind. His hands conquered every inch of me until I couldn’t help myself anymore. I stretched my arms and pulled him up by his hair.
I felt the tip of his erection at my entrance and arched towards it. I needed him inside me more than I needed my next breath. More than a desert flower needs water.
“Ready, Grazi?”
I was ready long before he took me into his arms.
“Always.”
With no warning, my legs were pushed up. Salvatore positioned himself and slid inside in one swing of his hips, long and delicious. The intrusion pushed the air out of my lungs and I gasped, but Salvatore covered my mouth with his again.
I rolled my hips and he growled at me.
“Fucking hell. It’s been too damn long.”
“Yes.”
“Tonight I’m going to fuck you for every minute we spent apart.”
Salvatore stretched me out with slow moves that only left me yearning for more and when he decided I was ready for more, he flipped me on my belly and raised me by the hips.
This time he slammed his cock inside me sharply and I yelled his name. Salvatore stopped holding back and took me from behind hard, exorcising all of our demons. We were finally getting back in sync after so much time. Two weeks might not sound so long, but when one’s heart is starving, it feels like an infinity.
The pleasure built in my groin rapidly, threatening to break me into pieces and I was desperate to feel the climax. I reached back blindly for Salvatore and he took my hand pulling me to him. My back was slammed into his chest and he pulled my hair, so he could have access to my neck. He bit me while he fucked me, I scratched his forearms and sunk my nails into his thighs, both of us wanting to take as much of the other as possible.
I was already on the edge when he snuck one hand between my legs and slid his fingers through my folds. One move was enough to make me fall into the deep and drag Salvatore with me.
The orgasm hit me first and I cried out, trying to get away from him, but I had no chance because his hands were cemented on my hips. He kept me still while he spilled his own pleasure deep inside me. I felt every pulsation of his cock in my core.
We were both consumed and fell down on the mattress still connected, neither of us willing to break off the connection.
“Sasa.”
“Are you good,Tesoro?”
“I… I…” there were a million words I wanted to say to him, but all were stuck in my throat. My brain was still scattered after the orgasmic tsunami that engulfed me and I couldn’t bring myself together long enough to form a sentence.
“That good, Grazi?”
Catching my breath, I turned to look at his face and found a smug smile there.
“Like you don’t know.”
“I know.” He nodded. “Welcome home, Grazia Fiori.”
