Page 328 of Alessio

Corrado needed that, too.

If he had a vice, that was it.

His hand worked between their bodies until the head of his cock found her slit. He only flexed his hips forward enough that she’d get the tip of him, but not much else. He had to let her know he was there—feel her tense and clench around him before he took the rest of her, too.

Or rather, she took him.

All nine inches.

“Please,” she gasped against his lips. “Please, now.”

That did it.

His hips snapped forward, and he was buried deep in the next breath. His hand splayed wide to her side, holding tight and pulling her back into every pull and thrust of his body. She couldn’t get enough, and he loved it.

All her yeses.

All those pleases.

Every single oh.

He drank them up.

Swallowed them whole.

Devoured them like he was starved.

“Fucking take me, baby,” he said throatily in her ear, as their bodies moved faster. “God, you fucking love that, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Her whisper was barely there at all. So fucking high, like she was right there all over again, and ready to shatter around him. He wouldn’t mind picking up those pieces, though.

“Give me it, then. Fucking give me it, Ginevra. Give it to me again, baby.”

Her heart tipped back as his mouth climbed her throat, his tongue striking out to taste every fucking inch of her that he could. He felt like he waited too long for this, and at the same time, he was so fucking weak for giving in.

Still, he wasn’t stopping.

He was taking all he could.

Every bit she gave.

He was keeping it.

“Almost,” she whined, eyes flying wide to nail into him as he pounded into her. “Almost, Corrado.”

Oh, fuck.

There was something in her voice, and her stare. Something in the way she moved against him seeking to get herself off like she knew what she fucking wanted, and she didn’t care if she used him to get it, really lit him on fire. It made him want to get off as she moaned and panted against him for more.

The salt on her skin skimmed his lips with every word, each fucking breath. Her thighs held him tight, her back moving against the soft sheets with his own rhythm as her fingernails dug into his sides to find purchase. She was wild, then, hair fanning through his fingers and spilling to the bed. Her lips found the stubble on his throat, and then her teeth found his jaw. All those noises of hers muffled against the trembling of his overheated skin.

And yet, he could still hear what she said.

Felt it in his bones.

“Please, please, please.”