I pause to reach back and undo it, and when it falls loose, he tosses it aside and kneads my aching breasts in his palms. I reach down between us to stroke his cock, but he stops, lifts me, and splays me out on the bed. He yanks down his trousers and then moves his attention to the triangle of white lace between my thighs, glaring at the obstacle between us. He slides his fingers beneath the strings, dragging my panties down over the garter. My stockings and heels are all that’s left, but he doesn’t bother with those when he lowers his body over mine.
Foreplay isn’t on the table. I’m already soaked for him, and he’s desperately hard for me. We’ve gone without for far too long, and it’s painfully obvious when he nudges his cock against me and sinks inside with little resistance.
I arch into him, already on the knife’s edge of losing it. The tension from the day dissolves as he dips his mouth to my nipple, teasing me with his tongue before he sucks me in completely. He rolls his hips and thrusts as I cling to him, fingers dragging over his muscular ass, silently pleading for more.
I ache with every touch, every lick, every deep thrust. I’m in awe of the way his muscles strain. The vein in his neck throbs in time with my heart hammering against my chest. His fingers tangle in my hair, and we’re both lingering on the precipice when he growls into my skin.
“Fucking show me, Natalia. Come if you want it.”
I don’t know what he means by that, and I can’t make sense of it right now. I’m already there. My breath hisses between my teeth as my head falls back, and my body starts to spasm as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. It feels so good I’m milking out every last second, and then Alessio tips his head back, growling as his cock begins to pulse.
He doesn’t pull out. He doesn’t even try. He comes hard, emptying his seed inside of me. Instinctively, my fingers dig into his back, terrified that he’ll think it was a mistake. I’m convinced of it, but it doesn’t happen the way I think.
When he opens his eyes, they are still dark and hungry. He’s not even remotely close to satiated, and neither am I. I want it to go on forever, and I’m relieved when he returns his lips to mine and settles his body against me. He’s still inside of me, and he’s still hard. Within seconds, we’re pawing at each other, and then he’s thrusting into me all over again. His fingers move between us, teasing my clit, and pressure builds in me as I squeeze around him. He fucks me for what feels like hours, drawing out every second. We taste each other. We touch each other. I stare into his eyes, and he stares back into mine. It’s intimate. It’s powerful. It’s fucking terrifying.
We both come a second time, and again, he doesn’t pull out. I’m overwhelmed by my emotions, desperate to let them spill from my lips when he rolls beside me, and we gaze at each other. I take his hand in mine, reverently touching the band on his finger. He watches me, his eyes guarded but warm. I don’t think there will ever be a better time, so bravely, I use my hands to sign to him.
“What does that mean?” he asks.
I reach up and touch my neck as I speak, pushing past the pain. “It means I love you.”
He goes rigid beside me, and I become aware that I’ve made a grave mistake. It seems to happen in slow motion as he sits up, turns away, and shuts down completely. He’s silent, his muscles tensing more with every passing second, and all I can do is watch.
“Don’t,” he says finally. “Save yourself the heartache, Natalia. It’s a mistake to think this means anything more than what it is.”
“You’re my husband,” I whisper. “I saw it in your eyes when you said your vows. Why can’t you admit it?”
“You saw what you wanted to see.” He stands up and gathers his pants. “All I saw was a noose around my neck. I never fucking wanted any of this.”
His words cut me to the bone. I’m shaking, barely holding it together, when he reaches down and grabs the velvet box he had in his hands earlier. He opens it, revealing the knife I brought to his bedroom to kill him. He tosses it onto the bed, and his eyes cut over me with a coldness so stark it physically hurts.
“What just happened between us? That was the last time. You may be my wife, but I don’t want you in my fucking bed. So, the next time you think about coming to me, don’t.”