Page 30 of Wanton

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."

She groans, slipping her fingers partway out before pushing them back in again. They press against mine. She's so goddamn tight.

Her breath grows choppy, each thrust of her fingers pulling a moan from her lips. Beads of sweat trickle between my shoulders.

"Curl them up," I instruct, moving my finger over hers to show her what I mean. I curl hers upward, guiding them toward her G-spot. I press hers to it, stroking firmly.

She goes rigid in my arms, her mouth opening on a choked cry. Her inner muscles clamp down around our fingers, and she shatters.

What little restraint I possess snaps. I spin her around, pressing her back to the glass, and drop to my knees in front of her. One of her legs drapes over my shoulder, opening her up to me.

I press my hand to her stomach to keep her in place...and swoop. She screams, shoving her hands into my hair as I attack her with my mouth, growling my pleasure against her soaked folds. Her taste floods my mouth. I go back again and again, drinking her down like ambrosia.

She sobs, wailing my name, yanking at my hair. She fights like a little hellcat as I eat her from one orgasm directly into another, not giving her a second to rest or breathe. I can't.Cristo.I fucking can't.

"Mine," I snarl, sucking on her clit. "This is mine, Callandria."

"Yes, yes," she sobs. "It's yours, Luca. It's all yours. Oh, God, please. Please!" Her voice cracks as she shatters again.

Her legs collapse.