He kissed his way over her chin and then reached for the buckle behind her neck, slowly unfastening it, his gaze drifting possessively over her face. “You’re so beautiful, gattina, you’re a fucking miracle.” He bent to nip her chin with his teeth, his tongue easing the sting when her eyes went wide. “You didn’t answer me.”
Her tongue moistened her lips, leaving them gleaming in the firelight while he pulled the straps from around her neck.
“I’m uncertain about what to think, Vittorio.”
She had her adorable frown on her face, so he kissed it right off just the way he was always tempted to. When he let her up for air, she looked bemused. Slightly dazed. Wholly his. She might not have said it yet, but her complete surrender was there on her face. He pulled her gently into a sitting position and reached around her to unbuckle the corset. Only two buckles held it in place and he didn’t have to look to free them, his fingers deft on the metal. Loosening the leather garment, he tugged until it was gone and then he eased her back down onto the rug.
“Say you’re going to stay with me, Grace. Give me your word.” He murmured the demand against her right breast and then he was devouring her while his hand worked her left breast. While his mouth was rough, using his teeth and tongue as well as suckling strongly, his fingers were gentle. When his fingers rolled, tugged and pinched her nipple or kneaded her breast, his mouth turned gentle. He changed the rhythm, so she couldn’t get used to the feel of either. Her feet went flat on the floor, knees up, hips bucking wildly.
“Vittorio.” His name only. A gasp.
“Say it, bella. Say you belong to me and you always will. Make it a sacred vow so I know you’ll never break it.”
He kissed the valley between her breasts, the heavy shadow on his jaw leaving a trail of red as he chafed the sensitive skin. He turned his head, nipping and then laving with his tongue, following the curves around to the undersides of her breasts to add to his marks of possession.
“I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
“Doing what?” He kissed his way to her intriguing little belly button, swirling his tongue there, and then claiming every inch of her belly and rib cage. He rubbed his jaw lower, marking her skin, and then used his teeth, small nips that made her slick with need. “You’re not talking to me, and I need to hear actual words.”
Her breath was coming in ragged pants. His cock was raging. It took only moments to open the laces of her leather thong and drag it off of her, leaving her body completely bare. Vittorio brought his palm once more from her throat to the junction between her legs. “You’re hot as hell, woman. So beautiful like this.”
Seeing her needy and so hungry for him was erotic beyond anything else. When his cock was in her mouth she had much the same look. Adoration. Love. Hunger. She was sinfully sensual. He moved into her, caught her legs behind her knees and pushed them forward so they were nearly even with her ears, exposing her wholly to him.
“I wish you could see yourself right now.” He bent his head and swiped his tongue through her wet folds, collecting the nectar he was so addicted to.
Her body shuddered, and she gasped. He lifted his head. “I haven’t heard what I want to hear.”
“I can’t think straight. You’re making it difficult.”
He smiled wickedly at her and bent his head again. A moan escaped her, and he felt the muscles in her belly ripple beneath his spread palm. Smiling, he attacked, sucking, drawing out what he craved and then when she cried out, flattening his tongue and stroking until she was nearly sobbing. He changed tactics and flicked her clit hard with his tongue until she was close to exploding. He pulled back, wiping his face on the insides of her thighs.
“Vittorio.” She wailed his name.
“I am listening, mia vida.” He blew on her gleaming curls and then lower still.
“You know I’m staying.”
“You may have said so in the past, but there was no vow. I didn’t hear a vow.” He lowered his head and indulged himself all over again.
He loved the taste of her, but he also loved that she was so sensitive and responsive to him. Within minutes she was gasping out his name, her fingers curling in his hair, begging him. He loved that note of desperation in her voice. He had never played when he was with a woman, but Grace made him feel as if they had all the time in the world to enjoy themselves. She made him feel as if she gave him the freedom to play. To tease her. To enjoy every square inch on her body.