CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE – ROSE

I knew he was hurting. I could see it in his eyes. From the moment he came around the corner, I could see the bruise he was trying to conceal underneath his eye. When he bent over to kiss Ana, I could see the ring of bruising around his neck he was trying to conceal with the suit.

He needed to forget, and quite frankly, so did I.

He needed to push the world away for a little while, and his kiss provided just that. It was forceful, but tender. His tongue explored my mouth while his hands and knees pinned me beneath him. He shuffled us onto the bed while his teeth bit into my skin. Not nipping. Not kissing. But biting and marking and sucking. I would be covered in bruises of my own come the morning, but instead of pulling away from him because of the pain like I did three years ago, I found my body bowing into him.

His hands roughly grazed my skin, and I could feel the cuts and scabs he had on his knuckles. My legs wrapped around whatever part of him I could. His teeth bit down into my breasts, causing me to moan while the wetness gathered between my legs.

My mouth begged him to stop, but never once did I say safe word.

His hands finally released me, and I clung to his body. I ripped off the clothes I could reach while his hands readied the chains he would put me in. The moment he chained my arms outward, I knew he would render me helpless. He chained my ankles to the bed, spreading me wide for him as he climbed off the bed. He shed his clothes while his eyes devoured me, and with each piece of fabric that fell away, a new bruise or injury was released from its dark hiding place.

His ribs were bruised purple, and gauze lined his side. His chest had scratch marks, and his neck was black and blue from where someone had tried to choke him. Tears rose to my eyes as I took in his hands, and how battered they were as my naked body was spread for him.

He joined me again on the bed and brought his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I returned the kiss with as much fervor and heard him growl low in his chest. I wanted to hold him so badly, to soothe him and help him forget all he’d been through, but I knew that wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what he needed. His lips blazed a trail down my body, nipping and licking their way to my wet pussy, and his tongue thrust deep into me. Soon, all I could do was arch my back and cry out into the room while his tongue made quick work of my clit.

He lapped, and he sucked. He flicked, and he bit. He sucked the wetness of my pussy lips and slid his tongue into my entrance. His fingertips dug into my thighs, pulling me closer to him while my shoulders stretched to their absolute limit.

“Camillo! Fuck, yes!!”

His tongue lapped deep, raking across my sensitive bundle of nerves, and my body convulsed with my first orgasm. Stars burst behind my eyes while he continued his assault. Electricity shot through my body, and my legs shook. He dug his fingernails into me, rendering my body useless and immovable, and my mind shook with the pleasure he awoke inside me. I could hear him drinking me down. I could feel my juices sliding down the crack of my ass. I could hear him gulping, reviving himself on the fountain of youth gushing from between my legs as my head pressed back into the pillow.

“Camillo! Fuck!”

I came again on his tongue, and he pressed it deep into me. My entire body was shaking, and tears were pouring down my cheeks. Never in my life had I felt so much pleasure at once.

Camillo slammed his lips back onto mine. His hand wrapped steadily into my hair, pulling my head off to the side and revealing the spot on my neck I knew he would sink his teeth into again.

Without warning, he slid his massive cock deep into my pussy. I cried out as he pumped into me, his hips jolting my tits against his body while his teeth raked against my pulse point. My hands were red, and my feet tugged against the restraints. I wanted to wrap myself around him while his hips slapped hard into mine. His teeth stayed at that spot on my neck, and my cries of pleasure echoed in the corners of the room.

Camillo grunted into my skin, and his hands gripped the curves of my body.

The sounds of skin slapping skin permeated the room. My eyes rolled into the back of my head while another orgasm started creeping up, rendering me speechless as my jaw unhinged. I could feel my pussy pulsing around his cock, and I knew he was getting close to coming as well..

And then, just as the two of us fell over the precipice together, his lips connected with mine.

“Rose. My beautiful songbird. How you cover me with your beauty.”

The words were warm. Dark. Deep. His voice shivered through me, and I cried out into the room. The pleasure was too much to bear. My vision was tunneling as he bit down onto my lower lip, and my tongue captured his once more before my body finally collapsed. I had nothing more to give him. I felt our intermingled juices dripping from between my legs and coating his bed while he slowly slid out of my aching channel.

His hands made quick work of my restraints. He gathered me in his arms, his entire body shaking as he held me. In that moment, he was so vulnerable that it nearly took my breath away.

“Are we safe?” I finally asked.

He pulled me close and pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck, and nodded.” “Yes, we’re safe,” he said, his eyes begging me not to ask him to elaborate.

“Good,” I said. “Because I can’t live without you.”

He raised his head and looked at me, a shocked expression on his face. “You can’t?”

“No Camillo,” I said breathlessly. “Because I love you.”

His eyes widened, and his eyebrows hiked up on his forehead. His darkened eyes lit up a shade, and

“Say it again,” he said.

“I love you.”

“Again,” he said heatedly.

“I love you, Camillo.”

He pressed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes, and I finally felt him exhale.