Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I drag her into my arms, pressing my mouth to hers in fervent devotion. I taste her tears on my lips and claim them as mine. God made perfection when he crafted her. Sweet enough to soften this world, fierce enough to survive it, brave enough to conquer it. A principessa to her core.
I tug the top of her t-shirt aside, planting my lips against the side of her neck as my hands roam down her body, exploring every lush curve.
We work together to strip her, leaving her in nothing but the moonlight shining through the windows and the glow of the lamp behind us.
"Place your hands on the glass, bella."
She lifts them slowly, trembling like the sweetest little lamb. I nuzzle her throat, nipping at her collarbone. She's been using my soap, but she smells sweet there, as if not even my scent masks the essence of her.
My thumbs roll over her hard nipples, earning a throaty moan from her. I pinch, tweaking them just enough to make it sting.
"Luca!" she sobs, her hands slipping on the glass. She arches into my hands, silently pleading for more.
"You like a little pain too, bella."
"Yes."
I smile. It wasn't a question. I know she does. I've been learning her. What she likes. What makes her go wild for me. What makes her come so hard she can't move. She likes being pinned down. She likes pain.
My princess is a dirty little thing.
I always wondered why nothing ever appealed to me. No kink I saw, no show I watched. None of it held my interest because it wasn't her. She's my favorite flavor, my guilty pleasure. She's the itch I could never scratch. Everything about her is exactly what I searched for and never could find. I wasn't looking for a quick fuck. All that time, I was looking for her. Callandria. The other half of my soul.
I turn my head, requesting Alexa turn off the lights. A second later, the room goes dark, leaving us in nothing but moonlight.
"Watch us in the window, bella," I whisper in her ear. "See what I do to this perfect body."
"Luca."
"Watch," I growl, swatting her right breast.
She cries out in shock, the sound quickly fading to a moan. Yes, she likes a little pain. She likes it all too well. I can smell how much she likes it.
I press my lips to her throat again, kissing and biting as I play with her nipples, pinching and twisting, teasing until she's sobbing and wetness glistens on her thighs.
"Now, touch your pussy, piccolina. Spread your lips and let me see it."
She whimpers, removing one hand from the window to do as instructed. Her chest heaves as she slips her hand between her legs, parting her folds for me.
Even in the window, her cunt is perfect.
"Play with yourself, bella."
"I..."
I swat her other breast. "Stop thinking, principessa. In this room, your body is mine. I'll touch it how I want. Fuck you how I want. Trust me to take care of you."
She exhales a breath.
"If something is too much, you say stop, and it stops. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Then give me what I want."
She rolls her thumb over her clit, gasping.
"Brava ragazza," I breathe. Fuck. She's perfect in every way. I'll fight like hell to be worthy of her, to be a man deserving of her.
I watch her in the window as she touches herself, her eyes riveted on the way her hand moves between her legs. On the way her stomach muscles quiver, and her thick thighs tremble. On how her chest heaves. She's so fucking sexy. Cristo. She’s realizing for the first time just how beautiful her body is. She's going to wreck me with that knowledge, bring me to my fucking knees with it.
"My turn," I growl, sliding my hand around her waist to cover hers. I drag her hand toward her opening, circling her tight little hole. She's so wet. Goddamn. She's horny for it. "Let me see your fingers, bella."
I link our hands together and guide her fingers to her hole. We work together, slowly working them into her. "Now, fuck yourself with them."
She whimpers, shaking in my arms. But she obeys. The wet sound of her fingers reaches my ears as she pushes them in and out of her cunt. I run my thumb over her clit, watching her in the mirror, feeling every single thrust of her palm against mine.
I groan, pressing my finger to her opening, too, unable to resist. "Let me in, piccolina. Let me feel what you're doing to yourself."
She whines my name.
I push the tip of my finger inside her. Ah, goddamn. She's tight. I bury my face in her throat, snarling curses as I work my finger in deeper.
"Luca," she whispers. "Dio Santo, Luca."
"Let me feel it, bella," I growl. "Fuck your fingers."