My hands clasp behind her back. I pull her in, her body flattened against mine as I deepen our kiss. I love tasting her, but I'm going to love fucking her even more. "Tell me you won't run again," I mutter against her lips. "Swear it to me."
"I…" She bites her lip, an exasperated moan ripping from her lips as I bite her neck. "No."
"You want me to stop, Marzia? We don't have that much time left."
She pulls back. "What do you mean?"
I remember my father's ominous words. Three months, less than that really, but I can't tell Marzia. She'll never stop running then. "Get on the bed."
"What?"
"Get on the fucking bed," I hiss at her.
She stares at me with her eyes wide, and a silent understanding passes between us.
We can be Marzia and Adrian, sworn enemies, hating one another forever. But we can also be this. Us. In these rooms, we're free to explore each other. And that doesn't mean she has to stop hating me.
I accept it, giving her a small nod.
Marzia licks her lips and disappears into the bedroom.
I take a deep breath, hands tightening into fists as I feel my cock throb in my slacks. I can't keep my distance anymore. I already know I will have to give her up if I want her to stay alive. But that doesn't mean I can't ruin her for any other man before she slips through my fingers.
I walk into her bedroom.
She's taken her dress off, her naked body exposed as she lies on her tummy, facing me. The bracelet around her ankle is the only thing left on her.
She's thin, too thin, and worry consumes as I remember taking food away from her. I will never use that as a punishment again. I make a mental note to make sure she's eating from here on out.
Marzia rolls over to her back, giving me a full view of her beautiful olive-toned skin.
I smirk when I realize that the dark patch of hair between her legs is no longer. She shaved for me. She fucking wants this. "Spread your legs," I order her, leaning against the doorframe. "Wide as you can."
She swallows, doing as she's told. Her pretty pink pussy is so pretty and wet.
A shiver travels down my spine as I watch her. She's every fantasy I've ever had come true. And I can never let myself have her, because it means she will die.
I approach her slowly, watching her chest rise and fall faster and faster. I point to her sweet little cunt, saying simply, "Show me."
Her fingers travel between her legs. Like a good girl, she keeps eye contact as she slowly spreads herself open.
I can't look away from that enchanting gaze, but at some point, I force myself to look between her lithe legs.
She's touching herself, massaging the little bundle of nerves between her legs that she must know will give her the most pleasure. That's what she believed up until now. Before she had my tongue on her, and my cock inside her.
"Adrian," she breathes, massaging herself closer. "Don't just look at me, please, it's killing me..."
"Is it?" I smirk at her, palming my bulge through my pants. "You're killing me too, Marzia. Show me more. Show me inside. Show me what I broke into."
Whimpering, she spreads herself even wider. I watch with amazement as her pussy contracts, showing me.
"So fucking beautiful," I rasp. "I need to taste you." I drop to my knees in front of her, pulling her toward me so her pussy is exposed for my pleasure only. She tries to hide it, placing her palms over her center, but I pry them away. I'm done fucking waiting to take what I want. I stare at her exposed pussy. It's fucking mouthwatering. I stare at her moist entrance, then taking my fingers, I smear it all over her clit, and even down to her tight ass while she squirms beneath me.
Holding her by the wrists, I press a kiss to the top of her pussy. "Tell me you want me to taste you."
"Please, I..." She struggles to resist her own desires. "Adrian... Taste me, tell me what I taste like."
With a groan, I sink my mouth between her legs. I devour that sweet little cunt that only belongs to me. I fill my mouth with the taste of her and drink it like a motherfucking tap.
"What do I taste like?" she whispers when she isn't overcome by moans.
"Like the sweetest pussy on earth," I mutter. "Like my wife."
She moans as I lick her again. Marzia Da Costa is fucking incredible. I'm addicted. I don't want to be, but there's no use fighting this intense need for her anymore.
The need to hurt her is there too, silently gnawing at me. I want her skin reddened by my spanking. I want her face marked with my cum. I want her submitting to me mind, body and soul. All things she wants deep down, but revealing that to her right now will only scare her further away. And I can't let that happen. Not now, when I've had a fucking taste. It's only made me hungrier.