Chapter 16

MIA

I woke to bliss.

To a warmth and sensual deliciousness of a tongue working over my nipple, sucking and teasing it into a heated cavity.

I moaned and writhed as a hand cupped my other breast and fondled, stroked and plumped, sending delicious thrills straight to my pussy.

My eyes fluttered open, finding Lorenzo's intoxicating gaze locked onto mine. Looming over me, his face flushed, hair dishevelled, and a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he'd never appeared more seductive.

‘Buongiornio, bella,' he whispered, suckling, his fingers wandering my body.

‘Morning?' I repeated, trying to process the time, my senses lost to desire.

Our bodies were tangled together, his hardness pressing against my thigh, throbbing, scorching.

I gazed at him, wondering how much his love felt so right and how, with him, I dropped my guard and all inhibitions.

His mere essence forced itself on me; this was a man of gravitas, even in his lovemaking. He was a consummate tease, drawing close when he needed to and pulling away when I'd rather that he stayed.

I gasped, unable to take any more bliss.

‘Yes,' he murmured, kissing my lips with a soft tenderness. ‘Very early, bella, let's welcome dawn together.'

I reached up to grip the headboard, the world around me fading into oblivion. Giving myself over to pure sensation, responding to his touch and the pleasure that coursed through me.

His kisses trailed down my stomach, leaving a fire trail in their wake.

His fingers glided across my inner thigh, triggering a shiver down my spine. They travelled further, teasing and exploring, touching me in the exact right spot and sending my heart pounding against my ribs.

His sinewed hands parted my thighs, then with a wicked grin, he bent his head, and his lips went to work.

Licking, nibbling, and sucking my folds, edging my clit to a precipice of ecstasy.

Every stroke from Lorenzo was a symphony of sensation, each caress a sweet melody in the song of our desire. He was a master at pushing me to the brink and teasing me back down again.

As his mouth worked its magic on me, my body arched into his touch, my hips undulating in response. My climax built, an inferno of need and passion coursing through me.

But just as I thought I might burst, Lorenzo moved away, leaving me gasping for air, desperate for more.

I reached for his hand, craving for him to continue, and he gazed up at me, his eyes dark with lust, his breath ragged. ‘Not yet, baby.'

And with that, he stood up and hauled me into his arms, kissing me with unbidden passion, his body pressing against mine.

His cock throbbed between us, and writhing beneath him, I gave myself over to the bliss, arching my hips towards him, longing for him to plunge in.

With a growl, he turned me over onto my knees.

Positioning me over the edge of the bed, he reached forward and, with slow deliberation, slid into me. The sensation of his entry was electric, a shockwave of pure ecstasy radiating from within me.

His deep, guttural moans filled the room, a testament to the intensity of our connection. Our bodies moved in sync, our lovemaking rhythm a haunting melody reverberating through the walls.

As he thrust into me, Lorenzo's hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. His fingers found the sensitive peaks of my nipples, tugging and twisting, every touch sending a jolt of pleasure to my core.

He pounded my primed pussy, his palms gripping my hips, holding me in place as I rocked back and forth. With abandon, I enveloped his hardness within me; the intensity of the experience was almost overwhelming. The sensation of his thickness stretching me, delight and pain melding into one, was exhilarating.

Lorenzo's hands gripped my waist tighter, his thrusts matching mine, driving deeper into me with each undulating motion. The sounds of our pelvises slapping together filled the room, his wild thrusts bringing us closer to the brink.

He came with a roar, his body shuddering above me as he emptied himself. His scorching seed spilled deep within me, which only served to drive me over the edge as well. My walls clenched around him, milking him for every last drop, and I cried out his name as I peaked, shaking in the aftermath.

We collapsed onto the bed, breathing ragged and our bodies slick with sweat.

We stayed that way for some time until he slid out of me and used his muscled arms to reposition me.

We stared into each other's eyes, connecting on a deeper, more primal level than we'd ever been before.

A possessiveness lurked in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine, a clear claim on me that I couldn't deny.

‘Mia cara, you are mine now,' he said, his voice rough with emotion. ‘And I am yours.'

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. This was more than just a physical connection; it was a soul bond. I hope it was a promise to see us through every storm life would throw.

‘I like that,' I whispered, our voices intertwining in a harmony only we'd understand.

And with that, we slipped into even more deep, restful sleep.

That evening, as the sun set, dark clouds hung heavy in the sky, casting long shadows over the gardens and even to the beach far below.

Pulling my eyes back from the view outside, I tried to focus on my laptop, but all I yearned for was Lorenzo's presence.

The latter won out, and I ventured downstairs in search of him.

The living areas were quiet, but I tagged the murmur of voices in his office.

Unwilling to interrupt but comforted by the deep rumble of his voice, I headed for the kitchen.

I decided to rustle up some food.

Pulling in an apron, I set about making beef stroganoff with steak and mushrooms, garnished with parsley and served on pappardelle pasta.

The aroma must have drawn out the men because as soon as I'd set the table, both Lorenzo and Mauri emerged.

Both men jerked their chins at me as they sat at the table.

‘Hungry?' I ventured.

Mauri nodded with a wry grin. ‘Starving Signorina.'

‘Good, I've made plenty to feast on.'

Mauri's eyes twinkled with amusement. His usual stoic demeanour softened, replaced by a rare warmth.

Lorenzo chose to be silent, moody, and sensual, his gaze never wavering from my face.

When I poured him a glass of wine and handed it to him, his hand came over mine, and he stroked my wrist. ‘Grazie, baby.'

We locked eyes, the moment almost leaving me breathless.

I turned to pour Mauri a glass and served what I'd prepared, along with sides of grilled broccolini in an apple cider vinaigrette and piles of crusty warm bread.

I sat, and we ate in companionable silence.

Mauri, with a constant smile on his face, enjoyed and savoured each mouthful while Lorenzo's eyes undressed me, caressed, and scorched at me. His intensity sent shivers down my spine, heating and warning me of the coming night.

After our meal finished, Lorenzo cleared his throat, eyes raking me. ‘Bella, grazie. It was squisito, exquisite.'

Our eyes clashed, the air between us charging.

‘You're welcome,' I murmured.

‘We'll clear up here.'

I nodded, and with my wine glass emptied, I gave him a lingering glance.

His eyes met mine, perusing over me, scorching me as I stood up and left him and Mauri.

I returned to his room, a wave of pure need washing over me.

Taking advantage of his ensuite set-up, I took a long shower.

I was soaping my hair when his muscled, naked frame stepped into the steamy enclosure and enveloped me.

I gasped at the clasp of his hands, the heat of his thick cock against my ass.

I turned into him, luxuriating in all, moaning as his fingers ran over me, stroking me, lips grazing my neck, promising me everything and nothing all at once.

With a gentle touch, he helped me wash out the conditioner, murmuring in Italian, words I didn't understand but my body comprehended.

Slick with need, I leaned into him, shivering at the breath of his whispered secrets echoing in my ear. His voice was a dark and seductive promise, sending shivers coursing through me.

‘I swear to you, baby,' he rasped, switching language and rumbling like thunder, ‘I will protect you with my life. I will keep you safe, no matter the cost. And I will do everything I can to ensure you never regret the day you chose me.'

His eyes were dilated with desire, his mouth soft with need, his chest heaving.

His hands trailed lower to the crux of my thigh. Slipping his fingers between my folds, he stroked, and I gasped, moaning, throwing my head back.

‘You want me to stop, cara?' he growled.

Fuck he was ballsy, pushy and freakin' sexy.

I squirmed, wanting to run from his seduction, yet each word, every single touch, stoked a fire inside me. I didn't want this ecstasy to end. I wanted more. So, I whispered, ‘Don't stop, Lorenzo. You give me fever.'

His eyes flared with heat as he leaned down to capture my lips in a wild kiss.

I savoured the wine from dinner in his mouth, mingling with the sweetness of my desire. It was intoxicating.

His sinewed hands roamed my body, subsuming me with an intense emotion.

Tracing the lines of my curves, his touch possessive, his longing coursing through him, mirroring my own.

His dark hair fell in his face, giving the wildness of a hunter as I tagged the hunger in him.

With a growl, he pulled me towards him, his lips brushing against mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring and tasting me. I moaned, allowing him to take the lead.

He lifted away from me and dipped his head south, and in moments was lashing my clit.

I panted as one hand cupped my breast, teasing and torturing my nipple into a stiff peak. The other hand worked its magic as he slid his fingers inside my pussy while he suckled, rubbing and circling my aching clit.

I arched into his touch, eager for more. I wanted to be filled by him, by his passionate possession. I gasped, so wet, so ready for him.

His eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on me with a hunger I had never seen before. He leaned down, his lips brushing my neck, his breath heated. ‘You want me, amore? You want me to be inside you, to take you?'

‘Yes,' I whispered, my voice shaking with desire. ‘Yes, Lorenzo. Take me.'

With a growl, he lifted me into his arms, and water trailed off our bodies as he strode to the bedroom.

Finding a towel, he rubbed it with rough haste over me, doing the same to himself before he pushed me back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. With a moan, I stroked his cock, bobbing between his thighs, desperate to taste it, him, to lick his essence.

I reached for his shaft, my fingers pulsating around him, my lips parting as I lowered my head down, taking a deep breath of anticipation.

His eyes widened, but he didn't resist as I took him into my mouth, suckling over the engorged head, savouring the salty flavour.

He groaned, his hips bucking, thrusting into my lips as I explored every inch of him.

He let out a soft groan as my tongue flicked over his tip, his hands tangling in my damp hair, pulling me closer, deeper.

I loved the sensation, his thickness so sensual and sexy, sending my need into overdrive.

Pressing my thighs together, I licked. His hips bucked, his throbbing erection gliding over my tongue, his musk intoxicating, his scent overwhelming me.

His body trembled above me, his breath ragged, his face flushed with desire.

‘You're incredible, bella,' he murmured, stroking my face. ‘So remarkable.'

I smiled, my eyes never leaving his. Letting out a moan, threaded fingers through my locks as I continued to pleasure him. His dick twitched in my mouth, a sign of his growing excitement.

Pulling away, his exhalation in laboured pants, he growled. ‘Cara, I need pussy. I can't wait any more. I have to be inside you.'

With a final swipe of my tongue, I sat back.

He lifted me, positioning me, pushing my thighs apart, his eyes locked on mine as he slid into me, loading me with his hard, throbbing length.

I cried out, my body arching, grasping for the connection I hungered for.

‘Oh, Lorenzo,' I moaned, strained with pleasure. My arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer as his hands gripped my hips, guiding him deeper into me.

The sensation of him within me was indescribable. I had never been so complete, so alive. My nails dug into his back, trembling with each pulsating thrust.

His cock throbbed, filling me up, his possessed yearning taking over me. I wanted him, needed him, craved his touch.

‘Take me,' I whispered, shaking with anticipation. ‘Fill me.'

He obliged, his pelvis bucking, ramming into me, his mouth never leaving mine. Our tongues tangled together, our breaths.

His eyes never left me. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice hoarse and husky with need. ‘I'm going to make you scream, baby. I will make you feel what you've never thought possible before.'

And with that promise, he began to move, his groin rocking, thrusting into me with a ferocity that had me breathless. I met his every thrust, my hips rising to meet him, letting out short, gasped screams.

We fucked with abandon, chasing our high over and over again.

His hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh, his mouth devouring mine in a desperate, animalistic kiss. I wrapped my legs around him, my nails clawing into his back, his dick pounding.

Bliss washed over me like a tidal wave, my body shaking and trembling. He grew harder in me, his cock swelling as he filled me. Pelvis bucking, his thrusts becoming more intense, more powerful.

‘Bella,' growling, his breath ragged. ‘I'm cumming.'

And with a final, driven thrust, he flooded me with his cum, his seed spilling deep. As he collapsed on top of me, his shaft still inside me, impaling me as we came off our shared high.

I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers in his hair, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

‘I adore you,' I whispered, my voice shaky with emotion.

His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped my eyes.

‘I adore you too, baby,' he rasped with intensity. ‘Waited a lifetime for this.'

Our bodies were still connected, his cock softening in me. As our breathing returned to normal, he rolled off me.

With a groan, he rose and tracked to the bathroom.

He returned with a steaming towel, which he used to clean us both off before tossing it back in the bathroom.

My mouth watered as his sexy, tight ass moved away, then back to me as he eased back in bed to pull me into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder.

His chest rumbled as he began to speak with poetic beauty. ‘Amore, I've seen beautiful, but not like you. There be no mistaking; I want you for life because you're my omen of bliss. I need your heart, mind, soul, and body under my control.'

I sat up and nailed him with a raised brow and a look of disbelief. ‘Control? Is that how you Italians roll?'

He smirked, his torso rumbling. ‘We don't share cara. I want all of you, every part of you. One thing I'm certain of is that if I ever find a want-to-be-lover darkening our world, I will kill them with my bare hands.'

His declaration took my breath away. His dark eyes had never burned with such intensity. ‘You mean that, Lorenzo?'

He met my gaze, the hard look in his eyes unmistakable. ‘I can't be more serious, baby. You've seen what I'm capable of.'

‘So you're saying I can't have male friends?'

His eyes darkened with jealousy. ‘Friends? Maybe. Lovers or admirers? Assolutamente no! There's no way I will allow it. I will never permit another to take my place in your heart.'

Blood pounded in my chest as I gazed at Lorenzo in his full glory, chest heaving, lips twisting in his passionate delivery.

Fuck, he was possessive AF, damn fierce and, to some degree, sweet and endearing, but it sent a bolt of wariness through me.

My freedom was essential, and I refused to be trapped in a cage, no matter how beautiful the walls were.

‘Lorenzo, I need to be able to have male and female friends. I don't want to lose myself in this relationship.'

‘Bella,' he rumbled, gentle but firm. ‘I would never ask you to sacrifice yourself. But when it comes to others in your world, I will always be watching, always be on guard. Fuck woman, you've left your mark on me, and I'll never take my eyes off you.'

I inhaled deeply, trying to reconcile the two opposing feelings in my chest—the desire to be his and the necessity to remain myself.

‘I understand,' I exhaled. ‘I'll say the same for you too.'

His freakin' sensual lips curled into a satisfied smile. ‘We are agreed. I will never let anyone else have a piece of your heart. I will fight for you until my last breath.'