When he’s completely naked, he strolls over to the bed, lies flat on his back, and grips the brass bed frame above him. His jaw is covered in dark stubble, and a plume of hair flows from his chest to his groin. I suck in air. He is so frigging beautiful.
“Well,” he says, smiling wickedly at me. “Have at it.”
“I thought you said you didn’t like this?”
“Maybe I will like it with you, and if it’s something you want to try, I’m willing. Tie me up, Rosa. Fuck me.”
My body is confused, but I do as he says. Using his ties, I lash his wrists to the brass and tug them until they are secure. He lies there in all his magnificence while I shed my clothes.
I straddle him, rolling my hips against his cock, rubbing my wet center along it until he groans. I lean forward and kiss him—softly, tenderly, because this is about more than sex. This is also about trust.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper in his ear. “I’ll be gentle with you.” I hover over him, offering him my nipples, and he suckles at one and then the other. He groans helplessly when I move.
I trail kisses down his neck, making him moan when I hit a place beneath his ear. I’ve already learned something new. My man goes weak at the touch of my tongue in that particular spot. Now that I know, I won’t leave it alone.
I work my way down his chest, licking and kissing and exploring, sucking on his nipples, running my mouth over the outlines of his tattooed dragon wings. All the time, I can feel his rigid cock pressed against me, his pelvis shuddering as he tries to get inside me.
I sit up, hold him in place with one hand on his chest, and grin down at him. “Luca, don’t you remember the rules? You move, I stop.”
He growls at me, his fangs flashing bright and sharp. Wet heat immediately floods my core.
I shuffle down so I’m sitting across his thighs, and I stare at his cock. Jesus, it really is gorgeous. Long and thick, the slit at the tip already dripping, veins throbbing with need. I want nothing more than to climb on top of it and let it fill me, but it’s too early for that.
I lower my head and take it into my mouth. My tongue laps around the tip, and I suck and tease, up and down, back and front. As I play with him, I relish his breathless noises. I use my fingers to cup his heavy balls and apply my tongue to them too. One and then the other is sucked into my mouth, my other hand wrapped around his twitching shaft.
“Rosa…” he mutters, straining toward me. His voice is dark and desperate, and I love it. I take his whole dick into my mouth, relaxing my throat muscles so I don’t gag, and swallow as much of him as I can. I hold his hips down with my hands, but he’s still bucking, thrusting, shoving it into my mouth so hard that tears sting my eyes.
I pull away, and as he cries out in frustration, I smile at the look of need and fury on his gorgeous face. Yeah. See how that feels, big fella. So close to coming, weren’t you?
I kneel upright, letting him drink in the sight of my naked body. His fangs extend fully as I pull apart my pussy lips and slide a finger inside myself. With my other hand, I play with my clit, circling the sensitive bud. Sensation rushes through me as I pleasure myself. It doesn’t take long—I know my own body, and I have the hottest man in the known universe trapped between my legs.
I throw my head back and howl as the orgasm rips through me. Before I have a chance to come down from it, while my walls are still clenching and shaking, I lower myself onto his cock, guiding it into me with a moan. God, that feels good—so big, so hard, so everything.
I groan, loving how completely full I feel, and ride him slowly, one hand on his abs.
“God, your cunt is so tight,” he says, his eyes rolling back. “And so fucking wet. Don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop.”
I speed up, slamming myself down on him, feeling his balls slap against my ass cheeks. I can sense the rising flood of need, the nerve endings tingling, the cum building, ready to shoot inside me.
I jump off, and he lets out a tormented sound when the pressure disappears. He thrusts his hips into the air, desperate for release, and I let out a little laugh and skim my fingertip up the throbbing vein of his engorged cock. “Don’t forget, Luca—you move, I stop.”
He growls, there’s a sudden blur of movement, and I find myself flat on my back. He looms above me, arms planted on either side of my face, corded muscle in pillars of iron. His eyes are fully ringed in vivid, shining silver.
“I’ve decided that’s a stupid fucking rule,” he says, pushing three thick fingers inside me all at once. I yelp, and he puts the other hand around my throat and lightly squeezes.
My body responds immediately, and I smile up at him as his fingers tighten around my neck. I knew all along that it was an illusion, of course. There’s no way a few scraps of fabric would hold down a creature like this. I knew it, he knew it, but it was fun to play.
“It really is a stupid rule.” I arch into his fingers. “I’m glad you realize that now.”
Snarling, he removes his fingers from inside me and flips me over onto my belly. My face lands on the pillow, and he wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand and tugs my head up. His fangs scrape my neck, and I tremble in anticipation. I know how good it feels to be bitten by this man—his mouth on me, that sensual sucking, the rhythmic pulse it sends through my body. It’s like a fucking meteor shower exploding in every cell.
His presence is suddenly gone, and I’m about to protest when I feel him behind me, pulling my hips up, placing me on my knees with my ass in the air. He holds down my neck with one hand and delicately runs the other across my cheeks. It’s a new kind of torture, wondering what he will do next and knowing there’s nothing I can do to control it.
The palm of his hand comes down hard against the flesh of my backside, and I cry out in protest. He ignores me, keeping me held down, spanking me until I squeal. “This ass,” he growls as he paddles me with his hand, “is mine. I am the only one who gets to do this, you understand?”
Groaning with my mouth pressed into the pillow, I try to nod. I have been spanked before—in a humiliating and painful way. This is different. This is Luca. This is him claiming me and wiping away my past. Him cleansing me.
He slaps me again. My ass cheeks are so sore. They must be bright red by now. After a few more smacks, he lets up the pressure from the back of my neck and soothingly strokes my bottom. The change of pace is confusing and luscious.
