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Elena's POV
I shift in bed, silk sheets tangling against my skin, his scent clinging to every breath I take. My body aches eyes raw, throat sore. I feel wrecked, ruined.I have a slight hangover too and my head is throbbing a little.
The memories of last night come rushing back, pressing heavy on my chest, Jessica , Rocco, Enzo . I groan, rolling over, and when I see him . I decide to forget what happened last night. Just for this moment to last .
Rio.
His eyes are shut, his breath shallow, chest rising and falling in a rhythm I rarely see. He looks restless, even in sleep. He never sleeps. But when I'm with him when we share the same bed he does.His hands are still wrapped around me .
I stare, because I always do. My finger traces the sharp cut of his jaw, gentle, reverent.
It hits me then how lucky I am to have him. To have his strength, his protection, his loyalty pressed so fiercely to my side. I'd burn the underworld for him too. He just doesn't know it yet.
His lashes flutter, heavy eyes opening, and I smile.
"Like what you see, princess?" His voice is rough from sleep, deep enough to sink into my bones. He pulls me closer, burying his face in my hair.
I giggle softly, teasing. "You look hot when you're asleep."
"Mm." He hums , his voice drops lower, that dangerous tone curling around me.God he sounds Soo damn good in the morning.
"Don't say things like that and expect me to stay calm, princess."his voice and breath funs my cheek.
He shifts, and my gaze catches on the serpent tattoo, dark and coiled against his skin. I've seen it a million times and it's still mesmerizing.
It's head rests on his throat, with crimson eyes and dark fangs , curling down to his chest , it's tail resting near his heart . The scales have hints of silver and red too. It's one of the most beautiful tattoos he has on his body .
The sight alone has my body heating up and am suddenly wet as hell.
"Did it hurt?" I ask softly, batting my lashes at him, feigning innocence I don't feel.
"No." His answer is clipped, his gaze steady, heavy on me.
"Scary?" His grin turns wicked as he throws the word back at me.
"No..." I grin up at him, letting the truth slip from my lips. "Sexy."
His grip tightens at my waist and he pulls me fully onto him. I settle across his lap, thighs bracketing him, the morning light sketching every plane of his body in gold muscle, ink, skin.
The tattoos look different in daylight: more dangerous, more honest.
I've seen them a hundred times, but they still do something to me like a magnet and a dare in one.
A crooked strand of his hair falls over his forehead, his lashes heavy. He looks up at me, and for a second his eyes drink me in like I'm the only thing left worth seeing.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Elena. It's insane," he breathes, and the rawness in his voice snaps my attention back from the heat of his chest to the deep blue of his eyes.
I smile, a small, greedy pull at my lips, and lean down.
"Morning breath..,"i giggle inches away from his face . He grins his hand moving to my throat not to choke to hold .
"I don't give a fuck ..,"his voice is deep ,low and it sends vibrations throughout my body .
My mouth finds his soft at first, a whisper of a kiss then I drag his bottom lip between my teeth, teasing.
He groans, hunger answering mine. He yanks me closer, kissing me harder, possessive and urgent.
His hands move to my waist pulling me closer to him. A moan slips out when he bites my lower lip . One hand stays on my waist the other tangles In my hair , gripping and tilting my head to deepen the kiss .
The other hand slides up, palm warm as they trail from my hip back to my throat, cupping firm, grounding so the world doesn't tip. He doesn't squeeze to hurt; he holds to claim and steady.
We move like we always do: dangerous and careful at once. The kiss deepens, his mouth roaming mine as if memorizing me again.
Kissing him is like heaven , I could have a mini-orgasm just by the feel of his lips against mine .
When he breaks away, it's just for air. His forehead rests against mine. "You drive me insane," he murmurs, voice low, thick with something like worship and war.
"Good," I whisper back, cheeky and breathless.
The kiss turns messy, greedy our mouths colliding, the sound of our lips smacking echoing in the quiet morning. His groan vibrates against me, and I moan into his mouth, tasting him, losing myself in the fire we always ignite.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide, and the heat between us crackles like it might burn straight through the sheets.
I tug my oversized t-shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor.
My dark hair falls over my shoulders.
His gaze sweeps over me slowly, reverent and hungry all at once, like I'm both his salvation and his damnation.
"Cazzo, Elena..." he mutters, the curse spilling from his lips like a prayer. (Fuck, Elena.)
His Italian accent is to die for.I shift dragging his boxers that I had on off and I settle back on his lap .
The corner of my mouth curls. I lean down, my breath ghosting hot over his ear, and whisper with a wicked smile, "Let's see just how insane I can drive you..."
I scatter kisses along his cheek, down the edge of his jaw, and lower until my mouth lingers at his throat, right where that serpent tattoo coils and bares its fangs.
He growls, low and feral, when my palm drifts down the hard planes of his chest, trailing lower, lower, until I tease the band of his shorts.His body tenses and I grin .
"Jesus, Elena..." he grits out, voice rough with need.His head falls back .. completely surrendering to me . And the sight alone makes me go insane .
And God help me, I've never felt more powerful.
I grin into the kiss, drunk on the way his breath stutters under me. Rio has always been the one in control the one commanding, demanding, owning.
But now, with me on top, with my hand teasing lower and lower, I can feel the shift. He's unraveling for me.
The power in that makes me wetter than anything else ever could.
I kiss him harder, my tongue sliding against his, nails scraping down his abs until they slip beneath the band of his shorts. His whole body jerks at my touch, a guttural sound tearing from his chest.
Rio's POV
She kisses me like she wants to fuse our souls, devour me whole. Her nails rake fire across my stomach, and then...her hand slips into my shorts. Warm. Soft. Wrapping around my cock like she's meant to own it.Am painfully hard , well I have been since I opened my eyes .
My head slams back against the pillow with a growl I can't contain. My hips twitch helplessly into her palm.
"So hard for me already..." she whispers against my lips, voice sinful.
And dear Lord, nothing on this earth has ever been sexier than Elena like this hair wild, lips swollen, eyes gleaming with mischief as she strokes me slow, deliberate, torturous...as she keeps kissing and devouring me .
I answer her with the same hunger ..and desperation.
"Elena..." I choke out, gripping her thighs tighter, nails digging crescents into her soft skin. "Fuck you're gonna ruin me."And I'd let her .
She smirks down at me, stroking harder now, faster, her thumb circling the head until I'm seeing white...my eyes rolling , my hips jerk up as she pumps me and she's smiling down at me like the literal goddess of ruin she is .
I'm supposed to be the one in control.
But right now? She owns me.And am completely at her mercy .
She drags my shorts down and fuck I'm done for.
I'm laid bare beneath her, pulse hammering in my throat, cock hard reeking pre-cum and aching against the cool air until she claims me with that wicked little smirk.
She looks down at me like she already owns my soul, her hair falling forward ,like she knows she's about to tear me apart piece by piece and I'll thank her for it. And Christ, she's right.
Her body shifts, thighs bracketing me, that wet heat hovering just above ..her palm still on my chock ...she drags it on her wet pussy ..
A gutteral moan slips out as she coats my length with her wetness .
She smirks down at me .
Her blue eyes..wild ..lust swimming in the pool of her eyes .
And then she sinks down on me.
Slowly...her mouth falls open ..her nails digging into my chest ..
"Oh god .,"she moans ..eyes shut .
My head shoots back against the pillow my nails leaving crescent marks on her ass.
Every nerve in my body ignites. She takes me inch by inch, tight, wet, hot her head tipping back, a gasp ripping out of her as I fill her completely. My hands clutch her harder, dragging her down until her hips meet mine with a slap that reverberates in my chest.
"Elena..." I groan, voice rough, guttural. "You feel..-- holy fuck..-- so fucking good.."
I can't even see straight.
She grinds against me, slow at first, teasing, adjusting,her nails scratching down my chest while her walls flutter around me.
I can't stop the curses spilling from my mouth-cazzo, bellissima, fottutamente mia (fuck, beautiful, so fucking mine).
She smirks through a moan, rolling her hips again, and I swear she's going to kill me like this riding me, owning me, her eyes locked on mine like she knows she's got me wrapped around her little finger.
And she does.
Her breath fans my cheek ..
Her moans fill the room ..loud enough..hot and sexy .. driving me insane .
"You feel so good Rio ..,"she moans.. breathless bouncing... moving harder ..
And I'm literally not even in this dimension anymore.
Her walls clamp down on me like a velvet vice, she rides me harder , the bed creaking from the force ...my hands stay on her hips as she moves on top of me ...her breast bouncing her hair moving and my name spilling out of that beautiful mouth . I feel my self getting closer and closer to the edge with every role of her hips and bounce and all I can feel , see and hear is her and then she stops .
My head jerks up, sweat dripping into my eyes, chest heaving like I've been dragged through hell and back.
"Elena..." I groan, hips trying to thrust up but her grip on me her nails, her thighs, her power pins me down like a sinner at confession.
She smirks, wicked, lips parted just enough to whisper sin into the air.
"Beg ..for me Rio...go on ..let me hear you ..,"she snarls ...sinful..
She flipped the script on me .
"Don't stop, please..." I rasp, voice breaking on the last word. My hand fists in her hair, but it's shaky, not controlling pleading.
Her heat pulses around me and I feel it the edge, the cliff, the madness she's dragging me toward.She still doesn't move . She adjusts her slef and I groan at the little movement. I want more I need more ...I need her to freaking ruin me .
"Please," I choke, my accent thickening, Italian spilling out raw and desperate.
"Per favore, amore... move.. please let me come . Don't torture me like this..."my voice is horse and I don't even recognize it my self but fuck I don't exactly care .
I buck once more, and she still won't let me. My voice cracks lower, guttural
"You want me broken? Fine. I'm yours. Just ride me, Elena. Ride me until I can't breathe."
"Good boy ..,"she whispers..... leaning down to kiss me as she starts moving.
"Fuck ..yes ..just like that princess..,"i groan.
Elena's POV
He's filled me to the brim, and I can't even see straight. Every bounce of my hips feels like I'm on fire, like I'm claiming him piece by piece. I ride him like a woman possessed, his groans ripping through the air, curses spilling in raw Italian that only fuels me further.
My nails carve red trails down his toned chest, and when I feel him twitch inside me it makes me move faster and harder .
The sight of the most powerful man in New York, desperate and undone beneath me, is intoxicating.
The heat coils in my stomach, sharp and urgent, and I can't stop the sound of his name spilling from my lips like a prayer. My thighs tremble, I clench around him, and the orgasm rips through me like a storm.Its electric, toe curling..my thighs quake.
"Rio..,"I moan his name ..my vision blurring even my ears ring for a second and all I can see and feel is him .
He comes undone with me, a guttural groan leaving his chest as he fills me. But I don't stop. I keep moving, dragging out every wave, every twitch, until we're both wrecked, drowning in it.
Finally, my body gives in, collapsing against his slick chest. Our breaths crash together ,ragged, uneven, desperate.
His arms cage me in, holding me like I'm the only thing tethering him to this world. And maybe I am. I seat up getting off on top of him and we both groan at the lose of contact as he pulls out .
I slide to his side ...my leg draped over his thigh.
We lie there, tangled in sweat and sheets, shivering in the aftermath.
He holds me there, arms iron and warm. We lie tangled sheets twisted, hair damp, the quiet aftershock humming in our veins.
He buries his face in my hair and murmurs, raw and intimate, words thick with ownership and wonder: "Sei mia per sempre."
(You're mine forever.)
His voice lands in me like an oath. My chest tightens at the simple, savage truth of it.
Then he moves slow, deliberate ,flipping me so my back presses to the mattress and he's over me, weight and heat and claim.
His mouth finds mine in a hard, hungry kiss. When he pulls back just enough to breathe, he whispers right at my ear, low and velvet-dark:
"I'm not done. My turn to make you beg."he whispers with a grin .
I grin up at him wrapping my legs around him pulling him closer.
Breathless and .. suddenly I realize were skipping breakfast.
And I'll be walking funny for the next couple of days .