“Oh but princess, have you thought about ……what I ……want?”
Chapter Thirty
James
"What if I want you to scream my name so loud the whole of Sicily hears you?"
"Yes," she whimpered. "Anything you want."
"What if I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight tomorrow?"
"Jesus Christ, yes," she breathed, as she bucked her hips against my hand.
Just as her walls constricted around my fingers, signalling her approaching climax, I withdrew them completely.
“James, please! I can't—I need?—.”
"You need what?" I demanded, positioning myself over her, my cock pressing against her entrance through my jeans but not giving her what she craved. "Say it properly."
"I need you inside me," she sobbed, tears of frustration streaming down her face. "I need you to fuck me. Please, I'm begging you."
The broken plea in her voice was everything I'd wanted to hear. I stripped off my clothes with desperate efficiency, freeingmy aching cock. Lining up to her, I released my mental chains of restraint and descended into her completely.
Quickly leaning my head forward, I crashed my lips against Evangeline’s, swallowing her scream. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect around me, I had to fight not to lose control immediately.
"Turn over," I growled against her ear after a few deep thrusts. "On your hands and knees."
She obeyed immediately, presenting herself to me with complete submission. I gathered her blonde hair in my fist, using it to pull her head back as I entered her again from behind.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked, my voice rough as I moved with punishing intensity.
"I belong to you; my body belongs to you!" she gasped. As she wrestled for control, she pushed back against me.
I tightened my grip on her hair, using it to control her movements as I thrust into her relentlessly. The sound of our bodies joining filled the barn, mixing with her desperate cries and my rough encouragement.
Evangeline’s arse moved with the fluidity of rolling waves crashing against a cliff face as she received every one of my punishing moves.
I moved my head lower, hunger taking over. Running my tongue over her perfect arse, my eyes rolled back at the earthy taste of the straw mixed with Evangeline. The taste eviscerated all sense of frayed restraint. I sank my teeth into her arse. What the fuck was I doing! Who was I? Man, gentleman, soldier, bodyguard — no, at this very moment, I was Evangeline’s, of that much I was certifiable.
James! Che diavolo hai appena fatto! (James, what the hell did you just do!) Evangeline screamed in Italian, her scream in equal measure’s pain and pleasure. Making my dick even harder, if that was even possible
Hai detto che il tuo corpo era mio... Ora porti il mio marchio. Ogni parte di te ha un sapore divino. (You said that your body was mine…Now you carry my mark. Every part of you tastes divine) I stopped, locking our bodies together, pushing deeper into Evangeline, as I ran a finger over the fresh bite mark, deep enough to mark, not so deep to break the skin.
My mouth brushed against her ear as my words dripped like residue venom through a bear-like growl. She wore me now,making my blood ignite into flames.
I could feel her beginning to tighten around me, her orgasm building rapidly, and unyielding. But I wasn't ready for this to end. Sitting back on the balls of my feet, I teasingly slid my cock out…
"James, what are you?—"
"Turn around," I commanded. "I want to see your face when you come."
She turned to face me, her eyes wild with need, her lips swollen from my kisses. I lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist as I thrust into her again, this time watching every expression that crossed her face.
"Touch yourself," I ordered. My movements, becoming more erratic, "I want to feel you come around my cock."
Evangeline obeyed my order, moving her hand in between us; her fingers brushed against my cock. Evangeline’s touch sent shockwaves ripping through me. When she found her sensitive and swollen clit, my restraint fractured. The sight of her touching herself whilst I fucked her undid me completely.
"That's it," I encouraged, feeling her walls beginning to flutter again. "Come for me, Evangeline. Let me feel you fall apart."
