“Eyes on me,” he commands. “Don’t look away.”
He reaches down and takes hold of himself, placing the head at my entrance.
“Ask for it,” he says.
“Please,” I say. “I need it so goddamn badly.”
He grins, as if that was just what he’d wanted to hear.
With that, he pushes inside in one deep, smooth thrust.
“Fuck. You feel so goddamn good.”
He holds for just a moment, giving me a second to adjust to his thickness. Then he starts to move slow and deep, each thrust full and claiming.
“Say it,” he demands.
I don’t need to ask what he wants to hear.
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Gabriel.”
“Sei mia. Solo mia.” His pace increases, rougher now. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to have you.Capito?”
“Yes… oh God… yes.”
“That’s it. Take me.Fuck.You’re so goddamn perfect.”
He pulls out suddenly, and I miss him inside instantly.
“Turn over,” he says, his voice rough. “I want you on your hands and knees.”
I obey, trembling, needing him more than I’ve ever needed anything else.
His hand slides up my spine, then fists my hair. It’s not painful—it’s controlling—holding me in place as he pushes inside from behind.
The angle is devastating.
“You feel that?” His other hand grips my hip, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. “Thisis what it means to be mine. Every inch of you, every breath.”
I’m falling apart, pleasure building again impossibly fast, and I know he feels it. His hand moves from my hip to the small of my back, pushing me down into a deep arch that makes the angle even more intense, his thickness plunging into me over and over, the room filling with the sounds of skin on skin.
“Touch yourself,” he orders. “I want to feel you come around me.”
I obey without thinking, my hand sliding between my legs, circling my clit. He groans.
“Così bella quando ti arrendi,” he mutters. “So fucking beautiful.”
The second orgasm hits harder than the first. I cry out, clenching around him, and it drags him over the edge. Gabriel buries himself deep with a guttural sound, his grip on my hair tightening as he comes inside me.
“I will never let you go.”
We collapse together, both shaking, both wrecked. He pulls out slowly, then gathers me against him, my back to his chest, his arm locked around my waist.
“Breathe,” he says. “Just breathe.”