Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles 5)

I kissed her without hurry, my cock pressed against the inside of her thigh. Like I’d done before, I reached between us and began to fuck her with my finger until she was close again. Keeping my eyes on her beautiful face, I added a second finger. It was a much tighter fit. She held her breath, trying to get used to the stretch. I slid my fingers in and out slowly, drunk on the feel of her. She was so fucking wet, it drove me completely insane. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb while I pumped into her. My tongue mimicked what my cock would soon be doing to her pretty pussy causing Gemma to moan into my mouth. I pulled back slightly and removed my fingers from her pussy before reaching for my cock. I dipped two fingers into her once more before I nudged her with my tip.

Gemma held my gaze, her lips parted. No hesitation or doubt lingered in her expression. I started to ease into her as slowly as I could. Gemma clung to my back. I kissed her lips again then shifted even deeper. Soon she became impossibly tight. I changed the angle and with a harder push, settled myself all the way inside of her. Gemma winced, her breath pressing out in a sharp exhale.

Fuck, she felt perfect around me. I must have died and gone straight to heaven. I rained kisses down on her eyelids and tense mouth. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this, for you, Gem, but it’s so worth it. You are perfect.”

She clung to me, breathing quickly. When she cast her eyes up, they were glistening, and I tensed. “Gem?”

She gave me a shaky smile and the vise around my heart loosened. “I’m just happy.”

This was the first time I made a girl cry during sex. Afterward, that was a given. Not sure what to say, least of all something that wouldn’t ruin the moment, I cupped her head and started to thrust, gently, excruciatingly slow.

“How is it?”

“Okay.”

I narrowed my eyes. She didn’t sound okay. “The truth, Gem.”

“It hurts,” she said and at the look on my face, she added, “But I don’t care. I’ve waited so long for this, for you to be finally mine.”

“Oh, Gem, I’ve always only been yours, and this moment is fucking special, got it?” I kissed her, discovering that dangerous mouth, sucking at those plump lips. All the girls before her had meant nothing. Gemma was the real deal. These last couple of weeks of being married to her and enjoying my time with her had shown that. For a moment, I wanted to utter three words I’d never said before then I got a grip. I smiled teasingly. “We have to do something about that hurting like hell part.”

I withdrew, earning a sharp intake of breath. Then I started trailing kisses down Gemma’s gorgeous body as I moved lower until I settled between her thighs. Traces of blood coated her pussy lips. That wasn’t something I’d taken into consideration, but fuck if that would stop me from devouring her. Remembering Remo’s words about whiskey and blood, I almost lost it, but then I pulled myself together. Bursting into laughter in a moment like this would have sent the wrong message. The moment my tongue dipped into Gemma, she loosened and let out a drawn-out moan.

“Better?” I asked between nibbles and licks.

“God, yes. So much better. Don’t stop,” she said.

“I won’t,” I murmured then shifted her leg so I could fuck her with my tongue. “Soon you’ll be mewling for my cock in your pussy, Gem.” I slid my tongue in and out. “You’ll come while I fuck your brains out.”

Before Savio I didn’t even know that it was possible to be fucked by a tongue, and maybe it was Savio’s special talent.

“You’ll come so”—he sucked my clit—“hard around my cock.”

His teeth grazed me, and I exploded despite the twinge in my body, my legs clenching around him, my hips rocking desperately as I came in his mouth. He pulled back when my body was still throbbing with the last flickers of passion and settled on top of me.

Just like before, he held my gaze as he slid into me, and just like before, he was gentle and slow. Unlike last time, there wasn’t only pain. Deep inside of me, a fire began to grow and with every thrust, Savio seemed to kindle it. I felt it so much deeper than the pleasure when he licked or fingered me, deep in my core and it seemed to spread into every inch of me.

I dug my heels into the bed, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

Savio gripped the back of my thigh, guiding my movements. “How is it now, Gem?” He accentuated his question with a deep thrust that hit a special spot inside of me. I loved how he took care of me.