Page 92 of God Of Vengeance


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“Good,” he sighs before he lowers his head to claim my lips.

The kiss starts out slow as if Damiano’s taking his time to show me how he feels. But as the seconds pass, the need grows between us, and he becomes impatient.

His tongue lashes at mine, and when his teeth tug at my bottom lip, his hand moves away from my face, and he suddenly ends the kiss.

He crawls down my body, and taking hold of my shorts, he tugs them off of me.

I quickly remove my cami while he shoves his sweatpants down.

When we’re both naked, he pushes my legs open. I still feel self-conscious, but the emotion quickly turns to surprise when Damaino kisses the inside of my thigh.

“Time to taste you, mia regina,” he groans right before his tongue sweeps over my clit.

My body jerks from the foreign sensation as I gasp.

Then he starts to suck and lap at me as if I’m the best ice cream he’s ever tasted.

My eyes almost roll into the back of my head from the incredible pleasure he creates between my thighs.

Somehow, my hands find his hair, and my hips start to swivel. I keep gasping through the amazing sensations, my abdomen tightening and tightening until it feels like fireworks explode through my body.

“Damiano!” I cry, my body convulsing as the orgasm tears through me with a relentless potency.

His mouth leaves my clit, and soon I feel his cock press against my entrance.

I don’t have any time to prepare before he enters me partially. Another hard thrust buries him so deep inside me that I feel impossibly full.

Damiano braces his forearm beside my head again and lets out a groan as he grinds his pelvis against mine.

There’s a mixture of pain and pleasure, and it’s overstimulating.

Breaths explode over my lips, and our eyes meet.

“Christ,” he whispers. “You feel so good.”

I wrap my arms around him and let my palms brush over his broad shoulders, loving the feel of his muscles.

Surprisingly Damiano keeps his hips still with his cock buried inside me. His head lowers, and he peppers my jaw and throat with kisses.

His hand cups my breast, and his touch quickly grows rougher, then he ducks his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

My back arches, and my fingers dig into his skin as a moan slips from me.

Lifting his head, his eyes search mine. “You good?”

I nod quickly. “Yes.” When his hand brushes down my side, I breathe, “More than good.”

His fingers grip my hip, and as he pulls out, I feel a slight burn from the friction.

Damiano slams back into me, my body jerking from the force, making air explode over my lips.

When he thrusts impossibly hard into me again, I whimper, “Dio.”

“You can handle me, mia regina,” he growls. “I know you can.”

I nod quickly, and needing to hold onto him, I wrap my arms and legs around him.

Somehow, he sinks even deeper into me, and he snaps, “Christ!”

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