Chapter 77 MICELI

Róise's kiss is flavored with the same forceful need beating through my veins. She undulates against me, trying to press our bodies closer together.

I move the knife away from her skin without letting it touch her again and put it on one of the shelves built into the marble walls of our two person shower.

Cazzo . This side of her makes my cock so fucking hard.

She wants her thumbprint tattooed on me there. And I fucking want that too.

To be claimed by my goddess, for the forced vows between us to become something undeniably more.

Once both hands are empty, I fill them with her perfect, round tits and squeeze.

Her moan vibrates against my lips, the sound sending more blood rushing to my already engorged dick. My head pushes into the soft flesh of her torso.

Fuck, I love her body. All curves and no angles.

She reaches down with one hand and grips my hardon while the other tunnels into my hair, yanking it.

Hot urgency floods me at the small sting. She's so into this, she's not worrying about being nice.

Neither am I.

I drop one arm and hoist her up so my hand can reach between her generous ass cheeks. I spread them, letting water run down to her tight little pucker before I press just the tip of one finger inside her.

She fucking keens, her tongue thrusting against mine.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I groan. "I'm going to claim every one of your holes before I am done, vitù . Starting with this one."

Adjusting my hold on her, I open her pussy to me and thrust up, my cock so hard, I don't have to guide it inside her.

She's soaked for me, her tight heat sucking me into her body. "That's right," I praise. "Take all of me."

She only has one foot on the tiled floor and she's standing on tiptoe on that one. There's no leverage for her to meet my thrusts. All she can do is take what I give her.

And that's just the way I want it right now.

Thrusting into her with the power of a piston, I do exactly what I promised I would. I claim every single inch of her.

Ecstasy boils in my balls. Cazzo . I'm going to come soon. But not without her. "Be a good girl and touch that sweet little clit."

She mews, her head thrown back against the marble. "Please, Ares. You're the God of War. Fuck me harder!"

"So demanding," I croon, twisting my hips to grind into her on the next thrust. "Touch yourself, my sweet girl. Now ."

Her hand comes between us and the next thrust forward brings my pelvis into contact with the back of her fingers.

"Sì. Questa è la mia brava ragazza. Fai come ti è stato detto."

"That sounds so sexy, Miceli, but I don't know what it means."

And the expression in her emerald eyes says she wants to.

I oblige. "Yes. Sì. That's my good girl. Questa è la mia brava ragazza. " I enunciate each phrase before saying it again in Italian. "Do as you are told. Fai come ti è stato detto. "

Her vaginal walls clamp down on my cock as I utter the Italian for that last instruction.

"Do that again," I order.

She does. Over and over as I thrust in and out of her, her fingers and my body forcing pleasure into her tender flesh.

"So close! Please, please, plea—" Her words cut off as I ram as deeply as possible into her welcoming body.

With a keening cry, she comes. Her channel tightens around me like a vise, her gorgeous tits flush with the blood rushing through her veins.

I let myself come inside her, the pleasure so intense my vision goes white for a few seconds.

Her head flops forward, resting again on my chest and fuck if that doesn't make me spurt again. There's so much trust in her release and the way she lets her body go boneless.

I will never let her fall and she knows it .

"Do not go to sleep. We're not done," I warn her.

She sighs. "You can wake me up."

"Not this time."

Taking her ass will be easier with her this loose and relaxed, although she'll be more sensitive. Handled right, that will only increase her pleasure.

And I know how to handle my woman.

I maneuver us so I'm sitting on the bench and she's on my lap, my still hard shaft firmly inside her tight pussy. The shower heads pivot when I press a button in the wall, so the warm water continues to rain down on us.

Her legs are spread over my thighs so I can touch her exactly where I want to. I press my forefinger and middle fingers into her mouth. "Get them wet, mi dolce fiore ."

Humming a little, she sucks my fingers languidly, sliding her tongue over and between them. When they are good and wet with her saliva, which is more slippery than the water cascading down onto us, I slide my middle finger in to the first knuckle.

She tenses and I wait to move it until she relaxes again. Then I prepare that tight channel to be claimed.

By the time I have both fingers buried inside her, she's moaning and writhing on my lap. Her pussy adds more viscous fluid to the mix of our cum inside her, drenching my cock.

Perfect.

When I lift her so I can pull out of one tight channel to take possession of another, she protests. "No, this feels so good, Miceli. I'm going to come again."

"Yes, you will, but with my cock buried in that tight little ass."

"My butt is not little," she argues.

I kiss her then say, "Your ass is perfect and your asshole is tiny."

Then before she can argue again, I put my erection slathered with her juices, her cum and mine against said tiny hole and push.

My head pops in and she gasps.

"Take me in." I release my hold on her hips and kiss the side of her neck, sucking up a love bite in a spot that sends her wild.

And also cannot be covered by anything less than a turtleneck or scarf, neither of which are summer attire in New York.

The primitive part of me revels in the knowledge that I am not just marking her inside, but where everyone else can see it too.

Her lips parted, her eyes glued to mine, Róise lowers herself slow centimeter by slow centimeter. Every few seconds, she rocks her hips to allow my engorged cock entrance into her primal channel .

The sounds she makes while she's doing this calls to the beast inside me, the one who makes being the God of War a natural fit.

But it's not bloodlust I'm feeling right now. It's pure, atavistic sexual lust.

When her ass is finally flush with my thighs, my muscles are shaking from the effort not to thrust up into her. "Ready?"

"Are you?" Her tone is pure challenge.

Is that a real question? "Sì."

My arm around her waist, I guide her body upward, going as slowly as she did, forcing her to feel every excruciating second of my cock sliding against her sensitive sphincter in retreat. I only allow her to withdraw about half the length of my dick before I force her back down.

Never once do I allow our gazes to break away from each other. For long seconds neither of us even blinks.

Then I draw her back up again, going only a little faster. I use the hold on her waist to control the depth and the speed of my thrusts. To control her body.

Because she lets me.

"Play with your tits, brava ragazza . Show me how much you love having me inside you."

"I do…" Her do turns into a sex filled cry as I slide my free hand between us and pinch the swollen bud at the apex of her folds.

Slamming my mouth down on hers, I do as I promised. Every thrust cements my ownership of her tight channel. Reconquering her mouth with my lips and tongue so I make sure that every hole carries the scent and taste of me.

Alternating between rubbing soft circles around her sensitive nub and lightly pinching it, I claim her in the most primal fucking way while driving her to accept that claim in the pinnacle of ecstasy.

I will not allow her body to deny me. Sweet and perfect, every atom of Róise is mine and after this, she will never be able to doubt that.

When she orgasms, her mouth goes slack against mine while her entire body tenses in the perfect rictus of pleasure.

Her ass muscles squeeze my cock and pleasure erupts from my balls, bathing her forbidden channel with my seed.

She is mine. Always and forever.