SAVANNAH

Should I be scared of how forceful he was? There was something animalistic about the gleam in his eye and the way he ripped my underwear to shreds. On one hand, it was thrilling that I pushed him to the edge this much. It was also slightly frightening.

But there was also something tender, reverent, even, when he knelt before me. And that melted my heart.

Now he was down there, shirtless and between my legs, licking me as if I were the most delicious dessert on the planet. Actually, he'd said exactly that, only in Italian. 

Delizioso.

At first I'd stopped him, held his head still. It seemed too intimate. I feared that I was too wet.

But he lifted his eyes to mine, and begged. Actually pleaded. In both Italian and English, his gravelly voice barely audible. He softly stroked the outside of my thighs and was impossible to resist. And so he continued, and I succumbed.

I squirmed and cried out as another unexpected orgasm wave crashed over me. I shattered, covering my face in my hands as I cried out. What the hell was happening to my body? It was as if he'd cracked me wide open and was more vulnerable with each passing minute.

"Stop!" I gasped, not knowing what else to say. The sensation he'd caused, the pulsing and throbbing, made me feel hyper-sensitive. I shivered when he kissed my thigh and flopped back on the chaise.

He stood to unbuckle his belt. I straightened to sitting, in slight disbelief I could even muster that.

I glanced up at him and a burst of a memory entered my mind, of when I was small and stared into the eyes of a lion at the zoo. I'd been captivated by the potential of danger. But back then, the lion was safely behind a thick, glass partition.

Tonight, the predator in front of me had given me two orgasms and was ready to pounce again. I kicked off my heels and let them fall haphazardly to the floor.

God, I wanted him. I'd waited for this moment, wanted the right time and the right man. As I stared at his muscular chest and the angles of his face, I was certain of one thing.

I'd found the right man.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked casually, stripping off his pants and underwear. I shook my head.

Wordlessly, he took a condom out of his wallet, pressed it into my hand and knelt on the chaise. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"God, yes, Dante." I trailed my fingers down his hard chest, lingering at his bellybutton. "But."

"But what?"

I studied his face in the dim light, debating whether to tell him. I wanted anything and everything he could teach me, present me, give me. This was an experience I deserved. I was done being afraid of my body. All I wanted was pleasure. A demanding throb between my legs remained after my last orgasm, and I suspected that once he touched me again, I'd have another. The sensation was so different than when I'd touched myself.

My eyes traveled down, down, down to his cock. Was he bigger than a normal guy? I had no idea. He looked huge. Would he hurt me?

"What?" His grin was wide.

"Nothing." With shaking hands, I fumbled to tear the condom wrapper. He gently took it from me and tore it open, and I marveled while watching him sheath himself.

He bent to kiss me, and gently pushed my body backwards, nudging my legs wide apart.

"I've thought about this for weeks. Since I met you, amore mio," he whispered. "Wait, let's take this off."

He slipped my dress over my head and I was bare to him. Naked and vulnerable. I was glad the private lounge was dimly lit. Was the door locked? Did I care?

"Dio, you're stunning. Like a goddess. My people would have carved statues of you thousands of years ago. They would have worshipped you. Like I'm about to."

If only he wouldn't comment on my looks. I wanted to lose myself in the sensation of him, not think about how I appeared to his eyes. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, drawing him close. Skin against skin. I could have easily stayed like this all night, feeling his body next to mine.

That's when I felt the tip of his cock between my legs, and unable to control myself, shifted my hips so that I took him in.

I gasped, loud, at the sharp sensation.

So did he.

"Savannah, you're so tight. How can you be so wet and tight? Please relax, amore."

He buried his face in my neck and thrust slowly in and out as I clawed at his back. I'd never experienced anything like this. It was a need and a fullness and something sublime. Something that made me ache and, inexplicably, made me feel complete.

My hands wound through his dark hair as he moved deeper into me. I couldn't let go of him if I tried. He was sweating, and I was gasping. I didn't care.

"Faster," I begged, not even knowing why I demanded that. It was as if pure instinct was taking over. "Harder."

With a growl into my neck, Dante complied and I felt utterly consumed when he bit the flesh of my shoulder. My nipples raked against his smooth chest and I was aware of his powerful thighs in between mine, moving and flexing. I hooked my heels into the small of his back, realizing that the higher my legs, the deeper he'd be.

I wanted him deep.

This was what it was like to be possessed. Fully and wholly owned by a man.

I moved my hips just so, and he assaulted my mouth with a hard kiss. I broke away because it was too intense. Everything was too much.

"Dante, I'm..." I trailed off. Words were impossible to form.

"Yes, amore, I am too. I'm going to come." He cursed in Italian, gripped my hair with a powerful hand and let out a loud groan. I felt him get momentarily bigger inside of me and he shuddered violently.

Then he stilled, and I did the only thing that seemed right after losing one's virginity: I clasped him close and stroked his hair and back tenderly, and pressed my lips into his cheek.

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