Tangled In Strings

Chapter Two

To my everlasting surprise, his brutal grip doesn't loosen. He urges me up by the hair, and my knees buckle in the stretch as he slams me into the glass, his mouth covering my sharp gasp. His tongue takes advantage of the opportunity, gliding along mine, curling greedily. He doesn't mind the taste of himself, or at least he doesn't act like he does.

And just like that, I have dominant Giovanni.

He's unraveled, taking greedy possession of my body like a switch has flickered inside him.

He pulls on my lip, and I cry out, but his lips are already on the move. They are gentle and persuading, tantalizing my skin in soft nudges. I stiffen when he gathers my breasts into his hands, massaging the weighty, sensitive rounds. I feel my nipples straining against his palms as his knees bend, his body lowering as mine did.

When he's low enough, his hands leave my breasts bereft, but I don't mind. I cannot even think of that. His mouth is too close to my core to think of that.

His finger drags through my slit, achingly slow, and I can't help it. My mouth falls open.

"You're sleek for me, so swollen."

His breath is warm on my thighs as he dazzles the areas with gentle kisses and little nudges with his tongue. A strong hand curls around the back of my knee, a strangely sensitive place, and he raises my leg off the ground, sliding to me until he's at eye level with the most intimate part of me.

I blush. I can't help it. Even in my wantonness, I cannot believe he's so unabashedly close, eying my dripping entrance with longing. I expire when his eyes flicker to mine, pitch black.

"You remember this? When I made you come against this very window, in this very position?"

I nearly grin. Oh, Giovanni is back, and he's a goddamn force.

"Yes."

"I'm going to do it again. I'm going to lick your cunt until you can't come anymore."

I know my eyes widen at his vow. There's a dangerous gleam in his eye. I've awoken a monster. The best kind of one.

I'm not disbelieving. I know he's going to. And he does. He licks, he sucks, he spreads me open, driving his tongue as far as it can go, nudging my opening with passionate drive. He doesn't falter. Not as my leg tightens around his shoulder, pulling him into me. Not as my hands pull on his hair as he catapults me from orgasm to orgasm. He knows the perfect time to change tactics, knows the perfect place to focus on when another area is still recovering. I lose track of how many times he gets me off, my nerves shot to fucking hell.

Sweat drips down my body, rolling between my breasts and down the length of my torso. He's gathered both of my ass cheeks into his hands, supporting my weight with them.

"Please," I plead, shaking my head from side to side with no real effort as my orgasm rolls like slow electric shocks through me. I don't know how his jaw hasn't locked yet, how he still has the endurance to want to keep pleasuring me. "Please, no more."

He briefly kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before he stands, and my fingers fall from his hair. Thankfully, his hands don't leave my fleshy skin, or I'd definitely give out.

I gawk at him like the supernatural being he is as he straightens enough for me to have to look up at him. He presses his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply, taking his time to savor the connection. When we're both breathless, his lips hover over mine, his eyes opening to bore into my own.

"Turn around," he commands, his voice a deep rasp that makes me believe his quench for sex hasn't been dulled one bit today. My vagina is still pulsing between my legs, yet I obediently turn, pressing my hands up to the window.

"You're going to kill me."

"You asked for it."

I did. And he's fucking delivered. Whatever was holding him back before is gone, at least for now. I may have to deal with the repercussions of this later, but I'm willing to do it.

The air around us is nearly humid as we are both drenched in sweat, beads covering our skin like rain droplets. Surprisingly, the rain has actually stopped outside. The sky is a mixture of darkness and heavy grey clouds. My eyes close tightly as he moves up flush against my back, nuzzling his face into my hair.

"We're very high up. The highest building in the sky in this area," he whispers in my ear, his fingers burning my awakened skin, gliding upon the mist. "If someone's awake in one of these other buildings, all they have to do is look up, and they'll find me buried in you."

Oh.

My eyes open, looking down. There are a few lights on, not many due to the hour, but his words do the job. Taboo washes over me, igniting the fire within me again.

I'm shivering, anticipating the next step.

"Bend your back to me."

I do what he asks, humming with pleasure as his grip on my waist tightens. He surges up into me so hard my face nearly hits the glass. With a sharp throaty cry, my fingers spread out over the transparent wall, trying to keep myself steady. The aching tissues burn as he punishes me brutally, his arm coming around my body to hold me still, forcing me to take all of him.

I can't moan. I can't scream. I can only suck in short gasps of air, not retaining any of it. His fingers crush me, his lips pressing to my dipped back, immediately gliding his searing tongue along my spine.

"Oh– My–"

His hand moves up from my chest to my throat, and I'm locked in position, taking every single balls-deep thrust he has to give.

"You're so fucking tight," he gasps, pressing his forehead to my back, gasping against my damp skin. "Oh fuck."

We're caught up in each other, making this purely violent fuck last as long as we can, despite our fatigue or sensitivity. I'm rolled onto the balls of my feet, the only way I'm still able to support myself. My hands have to leave the window, which is wet from condensation from my palm, and they curl around Giovanni's hand secured around my throat.

"You're close," he bites out. "You're squeezing me so tight."

"I'm gonna come." I hear a whimper fall from my lips as my eyes dart up to the ceiling, nearly at the brink of another orgasm I didn't believe I'd make it to. His cock, his endurance, is strong, racing as he strokes himself deeply within me, nudging a sweet spot that immediately builds a hurricane within my lower half, conjuring up an exquisite pain that will blind me.

My toes are sore, barely sustaining me. Giovanni's grip tightens around my throat and on my hip as he grunts loudly, and just like that, I stiffen, my entire body seized by overwhelming ecstasy. At my orgasm, it takes mere seconds before he stills as well, my greedy core milking him for all it's worth.

We both deflate at the same time, but his arms come around me as we sink to the cool ground. He holds me to him, cradled like a child in his lap, his back pressed to the window. Reaching up, I rake my hand through his damp roots, holding onto him, pressing my face into his chest as we tremble against one another.

I don't think I could move. I don't want to move. So I tell him so.

He holds the nape of my neck tenderly, pressing his forehead to my hair. I close my eyes, relieved to know a piece of us that used to be is still here, still present and well.

"Let's get away," he whispers after a moment. "Just you and I... disappear with me."

I can barely speak still. "Where will we go?"

I tilt my face to his curiously, and a smile teases his full, sculpted lips.

"Italy."