Fabio

I have taken her punches.

I can stand those. But a slap across my face? That one took me by surprise. I am still in utter shock.

I admit I deserve it and perhaps a little more, but I was am still in shock. Only Eva could dare that. Only she can make my cock rock hard from hitting me across the face.

“Stay away from me, Fabio,” she flips and wanders into the parlor of the main building, passively throwing her salutations with a careless wave of her hand at the men guarding the area.

“Are you good, Eva?” One of the men asks, and she nods, never even looking in his direction.

I go after her, needing to fix what I have broken even though I am short on ideas on how to do it.

I hold back as I see her look toward Salvatore’s quarter. She has been through a lot, and I keep making it fucking difficult for her. But I want better for her. I want her to go for the best and not settle because she was asked to.

She hops up the stairs two at a time, and I match her pace behind her, trying to keep up with her. I don’t know if she knows I’m coming after her, but she shows no sign of it.

She opens the door of her quarter, disappearing into her bedroom, but I quickly put my foot in to stop her from slamming the door in my face. I step in, and the colors of her bedroom smack me hard, making me almost squint as they hit me all at once and scream at the same fucking time.

“Get out of my room, or I will scream.” I am done listening to her, so I close the door, daring her to scream.

I skim the walls of her bedroom to see the pictures on display and my eyes catch sight of me on the wall. I remember that day. I had accompanied them on a family vacation. I never felt like I was part of what was happening. For the first time, I was lost, thinking about my life and pondering on the possibility of having a family of my own.

How time flies.

“You hit me,” I stride to the picture of me on the wall, halting in front of it, observing and appreciating the fact that she did this for me.

“You deserved it,” she grits.

“I did,” I nod and tilt to look at her. At the same time, she tosses her camera on the mattress. “I owe you a new one, too,” I imply with my chin at her camera, and she shrugs it off carelessly. “Eva…”

“I have had enough for one day.” She throws both hands in the air and then lowers them to her hips. “You know what? Whatever. I will find someone else, and I will free you and maybe one day, when it is too late, you may decide if you can be redeemed.,” she halts in front of me. “I have heard all you had to say; now leave my room,” she points at her door.

I want to fix this. I fucking want to, but I am too lost. I know the parts, but I don’t know where they fit, and I fear if I attempt any further, I will cause irreparable damage.

I accept her condition and am about to leave her bedroom.

“Yeah, do that. Leave,” she hollers and scuttles to me. Even though I need to leave, I halt and dare to face her in an attempt to fix this. “Leave,” she stutters.

Bullshit.

She doesn’t mean a word she is saying.

I am expecting a punch as she balls her fists and lifts her hands, aiming them at me, but they go weak, and she clutches my shirt, grabbing whatever fabric from it she can. “Leave,” she hiccups. “Go away.” She is saying one thing but doing an entirely different thing. She steps closer and presses her body against mine.

My cock twitches as I feel the softness of her breasts against my body and the warmth crawling out of her to prick my skin. I groan, hating that I have somehow complicated things by staying.

I should leave at this point.

She shakes me, but her strength is not enough to move me. She gives up on trying to and plasters her hand on my chest, taking the answers she seeks from this situation. If she wants to know if I feel anything for her, my heart is a loud talker right now.

And since she has had her fill of what my treacherous heart has to say, she stands on her toes and melts my restraints with the soft plastering of her forehead on the side of my mouth. I try to catch my breath, but it feels nearly impossible.

I cover her hand on my chest with mine, and since I cannot say the words out loud, I can support my heart to spill them endlessly. I press her hand firmer against my chest, wishing I could tear it open and offer her my heart as a consolation for her hurt.

“I will do it, I will carve it out for you, Eva.”

She cranes her head until her lips find my lips, and it is exactly the kind of push I need to make the proper excuse for deep diving into her. The proper excuse to taste, take, touch, and plunder.

I seize the kiss, swallowing her mouth and her breathy moans. I slink my tongue in, letting her suck it as I do with hers. I give myself to the kiss. I give myself to the urge to own her at this moment, however fleeting.

Her hands come to dig into my hair, and she clamps on the strands like anchors. I kiss, chew, suck, and with each routine, the shackles holding me back break their hold. It is my need to fill her up, to fuck her, to have her, that moves me to clear her off the floor and ease her on the bed.

“Eva,” I beg into her mouth, needing her to ask me to stop because she is the only one who can end this before it gets too far. “I am losing it here,” I confess, but instead of asking me to stop, I feel her pussy twitch under me, and her breathing goes sloppy.

I press my hard cock against her stomach, and the fucking arousal will kill me. I grit my teeth and pull away from her, forcing myself somehow.

I hate that I am this weak around her.

I hate that I want her so much it hurts.

I hate that I cannot get my shit together when it comes to her.

I wield my frustration on the mattress instead. I punch. I keep punching, needing the tightness in my balls to relieve me somehow. I keep punching, needing the swelling of my cock to deflate.

My line of sight catches something, and the wires in my brain fry into chaff as I zone my focus completely on her.

Eva.

Naked.

Fuck me.

I have tried not to go there with her. I have tried never to picture her naked in order to give her the respect she deserves but also because I know that when I cross that border, there will be no going back.

Like right now.

Seeing her curves, her plumpness, her innocence, her fucking everything that looks like it was handpicked by God and put together to make me fall, I can’t go back to not wanting to see, own and fuck.

“Christ,” I spill, gritting. “Oh, fuck it, Eva,” I spring up, sitting as my cock grows and my balls strain like they will burst.

She comes to me, and I let my legs fall open to accept her between them. I am salivating at the sight of her and she might be able to feel it as I pepper her skin with wet kisses on her tummy, licking her like honey.

I grab her ass and trace up to her breasts, then back down to between her legs, finding her wet and ready for me.

“You little devil. I can’t fight…”

Shame on me.

With just a nudge with the tip of her finger, I am dropping on the bed. But very swiftly, I take over, rolling her until she is under me. I kiss her, taking my shoes off in the process with my feet kicking against each other.

I straddle her wetness, plastering my cock against it. I could come from it. I could come from doing this. I am straddling her pussy while my mouth slides down to find her breast and pounce on it like a hungry hound. I suck and flicker.

I trace my hand to her pussy, not surprised to find her wet as I go under her underwear. I groan into her breast in my mouth, slipping my finger in. She is tight, fucking tight. I wasn’t expecting her to be this tight. I slip another finger inside of her, stretching her. Not satisfied because I know I am big, I add another, making it three fingers.

I start to fuck her with my fingers. My mouth finds hers, and I kiss her moan away.

“I want you,” she reaches for my pants, but I do her one good, and help with freeing my cock.

“I am clean, but I will…”

“I am on the pill,” she cuts me, and I am back on her, my foreskin circling her entrance. I aim for the big kill and push it a little in.

Fucking heavens.

This is fucking Eden.

“Too many things to say,” I close my eyes and shake my head because the sweetness of her pussy is in the fleshiness of it. “Too many things to feel,” I push in a little more, and she clenches her teeth. “Too many dreams coming true at this moment,” I grunt, and with a quick thrust, I dive in. “You feel fucking amazing,” I grind my teeth. “Too fucking amazing,” I make the first move of my hips.

I pick up, my entire body trembling with hers as I plunder her. She seems laid back, but very quickly, she comes up to it, circling my waist with her legs and pushing her back up to give me easy access to her—a slightly maddening position. I am going to take her from behind someday.

I groan, and her moan climbs over mine.

I cannot believe I am thinking of fucking her again and in all the fucking positions I like to fuck. She is different. This is different. And no matter her decision, I am deciding here and now that she is the last for me. I am not fucking any other woman ever again.

I meet her eyes, not saying the words but swearing them silently to her. And as if she hears my thoughts, a tear slips. I catch it quickly with my tongue and pounce on her mouth to kiss her.

I plunder her. I dive deeper. I drive deeper into her.

The pleasure swells in my stomach, and from her moans, I know it’s mutual. I want to come with her. I want to teach her body to listen to my command. I want to ruin her for others. I don’t want her to have others.

I cinch our gaze, burrowing into her deep blue eyes, and I plunge, picking up my rhythm but not too fast. I am close. Too fucking close. She is close. I keep up. I find the spot that has her chewing on her lower lip and hammer on it.

Her pussy fists around my cock, and I shame myself at how quickly and uncontrolled I come. I jerk, my muscles contracting and my legs going limp. Thank fuck she comes with me, shuddering and splintering under my jerky thrusts.

I am still in the zone, trying to wrap my mind around having had her. I have tasted her, and I cannot fucking ever not want to have her this way again.

I have complicated things for myself. For us.

“If I could choose, Fabio De Luca, I would still choose you to be my husband,” she mutters, her voice breaking, and the blood in my body dries up.

No, fucking no.

What have I done?

I slip out of her carefully. I can’t undo it. I have to think. I want her. I know I do. But I have to think. Should I ask her to marry me here? Should I confess my love for her right now? Should I let her know I no longer want to keep fighting this? Should I let her know that her body is where I want to call home?

I glide down her body, more than ready to pick up from where we left off. There is nothing to do. I have had her, and I must keep her.

My eyes slide down to between her legs, and I get whiplash at the sight of blood.

“Eva?” This better not be what I am fucking thinking.

She springs up and goes lifeless as she drops her eyes on the stain of blood on the sheets around her pussy. Around my cock.

“For fuck’s sake, Eva,” the realization guts me and I scramble off the bed.

Fuck!

I am her first.

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