Chapter 186: You Fucking Consumed Me
Chapter 186: You Fucking Consumed Me
Camilla
"Though, I do think you would look much prettier with my initials carved into that soft skin of yours." Adriano smirked as he gave me the time I needed to take all of this in, slowly walking back to the bed before placing the knife down once again against my front.
I couldn't help the small hiss I let out at how freezing it was but when he moved back onto the bed, this time he wore no shirt and his belt was half undone. He tracked the movement of me biting my bottom lip as I warmed at the contact his presence brought, my hips trying to roll but stopping when they were straddle. However, it wasn't the action that made me squirm, but rather the small vibrator he had retrieved and turning it into a low setting.
I couldn't even hear the usual hum of it but I knew it was on when it was circled ever so lightly over my underwear, him smiling before he moved past the fabric until the toy was directly on my clit. My mouth parted and my core tightened at the sensation, he gauged my every reaction as his fingers left with the material of my underwear holding it in place. The vibration was nowhere near unbearable but we both knew what came next and that had my arousal heightened by so much more than I knew possible.
Watching the knife move with the rise and fall of my stomach, my heart raced as it was picked up slowly and raised to my neck.
"Stay still for me, okay?" He said as a gasp left my mouth, his eyes holding mine while he dragged the blade across my left collar bone before moving it to the other. My legs failed as they tried to close from the pressure, the pain in combination with the pleasure making me dizzy.
Allowing my eyes to fall shut, I simply felt and embraced the sharp feeling of the knife moving down my sternum before veering slightly to the right. It took everything in me not to move but my eyes snapped open only second later when he began to trace cold lines around the swell of my breasts and my face flushing to find he had been watching me the entire time.
Although I wanted to hold that gaze, my fear caused me to look down instead as the blade got closer and closer to my nipple, his fingers intentionally gliding the weapon in circles around the hardened peak.
"Adriano," I moaned and I think it was the breathy sound of his name in my tongue that caused him to change, dragging the knife right over my nipple and causing me to cry out his name all over again.
A second later, his mouth was on me, his warm tongue flicking the bud and sucking it painfully into his mouth where he had just threatened to cut.
"Please…."
"You fucking consume me, Camilla." He growled as he kissed up my body and his fingers took over instead as he pinched and pulled a string of sounds from my parted lips.
Only when he was fully hovering above me did the knife return, this time tracing spots on my stomach and over my hips.
"When you say my name like that, princess…" he continues, breaking to kiss me as our lips collide in pure desperation.
"Nothing else matters." He completed his sentence.
"Adriano," I moaned again, drowning in the ways of his words until all that was left was us. Two people who not only found ourselves lost in our touch but in each other.
Sensing the change between us, I smiled as the knife was tossed off the bed with a clatter and the bindings of my hands were undone. Instantly, my fingers found their way weaved through the dark strands of his hair, pulling until a deep groan escaped his lips.
"I need you now." I said against his mouth, my hips rolling up to rub against his hard length just to push the vibration harder against my clit.
It was an overwhelming pleasure that didn't last for long, my underwear being torn straight from my body hastily as the toy fell to my side.
"I know," he whispered as he lifted up slightly, undoing his pants while my legs remained tied apart.
"Me too," those words were the last he spoke before he was bearing down on me and thrusting himself forward, his cóck filling and stretching me until he was as deep as he could reach.
There was a moment, a very short moment where all we could do was remain unmoving, staring into each other's eyes as our bodies became connected as one. I could feel the twitch to his dick just as well as I could feel the emotion radiating off the both of us, needing this release more than we needed the air that filled our lungs. We needed the push and pull of everything that led up to being here and he slowly pulled out, I knew we were about to get that.
Suddenly being filled to the brain again, my back arched in sync with the movement of my hand, reaching up and holding onto his shoulder.
"Thank you," I heard him mumbled into my ear, smiling as I watched every contained part of him become unchained.
In a second, everything about us unraveled, my fingers on his shoulder not just holding him but trying to shove him away too. This was just our fantasy anymore, it was a fight to be okay, it was one we fed off each other to achieve.
"Shit!" I screamed as he became unhinged, rocking his hips mercilessly against me as his unrelenting grip held me still for his pounding.
He didn't care as my hands pushed out to try and get him off me, using the movement of my body to only fuck into me harder accompanied by his sounds of obvious satisfaction.
I, however, clenched my jaw, biting back the sound of my own pleasure and instead became filled with the harsh slaps of our skins meeting again and again.
"Wouldn't it feel so much better to just give in?" He groaned, his hand gripping the back of my neck so he could watch my face as I fought him.
"Let me hear you, Princess."
His voice was even huskier than usual, causing me to tighten around him as I shook my head the best I could. I didn't trust myself to even open my mouth, the liquid heat pooling inside me only expanding with my resistance. Even after that first night with Gregorio, I have never been fucked as hard as I am now and I think it shows on my face as he smirks, his head dipping down to take my nipple into his mouth. My body was still high on the pain of his knife and when his teeth grazed over me, I broke.
Tears spilt from my eyes as my mouth parted, my heart pounding wildly at the renewed sensation spreading through me. I tried to push upwards to escape the growing knot of pleasure in my stomach but every failed strain and struggle of mine encouraged me to give in. I knew we were both close as we moaned against each other, my hands giving up at pushing him away and instead weaving through his hair to pull him closer.
He didn't fight it as I brought his face up to mine, his forehead resting against me as I cried and panted and trembled. The both of us were absolute messes, our guards completely down and vulnerable as I not only submitted to him but he did the same for me. I gave in and it was something you could only experience to understand just how liberating it was. It felt like I had just gained control over the experience where it had been stripped away from me all those years ago and when I blinked my tear soaked eyes open, it was the man I love staring right back at me.
It was the sight of his eyes that pulled me over the edge and it was his name on my tongue that did the same for him. My body became wrapped up with his in every single way possible as his head nuzzled into my neck, shaking from both my release and everything else that has been eating away at me for the last decade of my life. Somehow he understood what I needed when we second later my feet had been freed from the rope. I didn't waste a second before turning over to straddle him in a sitting position.
I shivered as I felt his orgasm leak down my thighs and back to where we were still connected but there was nothing sexual about the way I wrapped my hands around his neck and hugged him like I would never get the chance to do again. As annoying as it was, I sobbed against his chest when I felt his two strong arms pulling me close to him and wrapping around my back until we were a tangle of limbs.
He held me and didn't say anything as I cried and cried in his embrace, everything about this leaving us stripped bare in the most perfect ways possible. I sniffed at the feeling of wet hot tears streaming down my face but when they got wiped away, I realized they weren't just mine as I pulled back. He was crying too and it wasn't just a little bit of either. His sadness matched mine as I moved to cup his face instead, resting my head against his while we broke apart together.
Nothing was pretty about the way we shattered in each other's arms and it wasn't a date but I didn't care. Very little made sense about anything anymore, however there was one thing that did and it was us. He knew that I needed special toothpaste for my teeth and that I refused to eat any kind of seafood. He knew why I was sheltered and kept me close anyways when nobody else wanted me. He kissed my fingers when I was bleeding and broken and taught me how to love myself again when I wasn't sure it was possible anymore.
He was my always and even if he doesn't feel the same way, I refused to live in a world where he doesn't exist.
"Camilla, there is something I need to tell you." He said as his eyes dropped from mine as he gently lifted me off him just so that he wasn't inside of me anymore.
His tears never stopped nor did my shaking but we stayed connected to each other as I nodded slightly in response. Whatever it was, we could handle it together. If today proved anything, it was that.
Watching as his eyes flicked back up to mine, I didn't move as a single last tear fell, the droplet hitting my hand and breaking apart against my skin.
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