Chapter 5

The next day was a whole day of studying the Ricci family and their preferred suitors and family affiliations in the library. He was born in Italy but brought up in Spain with his cousins until he was 12, and then they moved to Netherlands. The mother was loving but strict. The father was more involved in Guasparre’s day-to-day activities. He was the youngest of the three. Loved riding horses, experiment with food, travelling, and clothes. Used to drive sports cars and race on the track until he was 22. Had gotten into an accident when during a race, hence the scar. He had to undergo some major reconstructive surgeries to his arm, and some minor ones to his skull. It was a miracle he survived and retained all of his mind. The most he suffers from is the occasional dissociation and minor gaps in memories which he regains every now and then.
They moved him to Italy immediately after.
I found the abruptness of their move very odd, with no explanation other than the fact that Guasparre wanted to distance himself from the event. I rummaged through the box of folders by my feet for his psych eval, reading through it carefully.
“Yeah,” I whispered to myself, “horrible episodes of PTSD, night terrors, and…a general distrust for people? Now why would that be?”
I guess I would find out when I met him later in Italy. It felt like I could work with him, since I’ve experienced some of the problems listed in the psych eval.
Nighttime came quicker than I expected, and there was a knock on my bedroom door. I got up to open up, heart dropping at the sight of Cristo’s face. The heat rose up to my neck almost instantly as his eyes looked into mine, empty and heavy.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to apologize.” He said breathily, his voice a little groggy, “I stepped out of line last night. I should’ve been more careful in what I said.”
I bit my lip while studying the state he was in. His hair was slightly damp and disheveled, and it seemed like he hadn’t gotten much sleep.
“It kept me up all night.” He admitted with a sigh, eyes downcast at our shoes, “It just…I just can’t think straight sometimes and you seemed so distressed last night. And I just wanted to comfort you, I guess.” Leaning against the side of the door, he rested his head onto it and rubbed the nape of his neck. “You know, I realized that I really ruined your time in Korea in a way, and I knew I had to clear the air before you leave for Italy tomorrow. I want to make sure you have a good time there without any baggage following you from here.”
Carefully, I put a hand on his forearm, “It’s fine, Cristo. I can understand you’ve got a lot on your plate.”
“No, Lilith,” he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, “you don’t get it. I’ve been so worried about you and I keep feeling like it’s all my fault. I mean, yeah, everything is really foggy these days, to be honest–”
“I don’t want you to be associated with me by guilt.” I interrupted cautiously, feeling a little hurt, “It makes me uncomfortable to know you’re bound to me by like…some kind of emotional debt.”
“Lilith…” he looked at me in pain, eyes glistening like diamonds. My heart stopped, only for a moment. But the ache that it felt for Cristo in that moment was unbearable. I just wanted to comfort him. “I–that’s not…I don’t…goddammit.”
“Are you all right?”
He shook his head, “I realized that…I know we were arguing and it wasn’t out best interaction but, honestly, it was the most honest and open conversation I’d ever had with anyone. I’m afraid of losing that. And, you know, in all this haze that I’ve been in for a few months, my time with you is possibly the clearest thing I can remember. Even if they’re not pleasant. I’m not saying it’s the only thing I think about, it’s just that you…I’m not sure what it is–”
“You don’t have to explain it.” I said softly.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Lilith.” He sighed with a look I couldn’t decipher. Like he was regretful and confused. I was regretful and confused, too. Of so many things.
A low, frustrated breath left me chest, “Just what’s going on between us?”
“I don’t know,” he shook his head, “I just…know it’s going to be messy.”
“And that doesn’t scare you one bit?” I demanded.
He cocked his head at me, biting on his lower lip for a moment as the light from behind him bounced off his warm skin. I only then realized how nice he smelled. His lips parted momentarily to say something, but he stopped for a moment as he decided.
“I’m tired of being scared, to be honest.”
“W-well, I want clarity.”
“Guess you’ll never figure out unless you try for it.”
I wish he’d stop looking at me like that, or I would accidentally kiss. With an annoyed huff, I bring up my hand to his face, pushing it away from the door lightly. His hand shot up to mine, grabbing it with a playful smile at the ceiling.
“All right, fine,” he laughed lightly as he tried to look at me, “I was kidding, let go.”
“No.”
How could he change his mood so quickly like that?
His other hand grabbed mine before I could push him outside. My wrists were firmly in his grip as he pulled my hands away, looking down at me with a smirk that set my cheeks on fire. I think my face gave away a lot of what I was thinking because his smile dropped.
I tired to pull away, but Cristo’s grip was mindlessly strong. I glanced at his lips quite on accident, but when I looked back up at him, he was already looking at mine.
Silver eyes looked into mine intently, and I wasn’t pulling back anymore. I couldn’t help reaching out towards his face, softly brushing my fingertips over his cheekbones.
Cristo swooped in, closing the door behind him smoothly. We were bathed in darkness. My heart soared as his strong arm slipped around my back and he pulled me to his chest. I could feel his own heartbeat crashing against his ribcage under my palms. His body was so warm and firm.
A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hand gently slid to my jaw, cupping my cheek. His face was a mere centimeter away from mine, noses almost brushing together. His light breath fanned my lips. My skin was tingling with electricity, absorbing every bit of warmth that emanated off of him.
“Please don’t regret this.” He begged quietly. My hands slid up his chest, finger tips on his jaw, slowly guiding him to myself because I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him again.
It was too late to back away, and I didn’t want to back away.
His soft lips brushed against mine momentarily, and I sighed as tremors racked my bones. He leaned in again to kiss me, lingering a little longer. Moaning softly as he pulled away again, I yearned for him to be closer. His fingers gently traced my spine, travelling up my back and my sweatshirt rode up. His hands splayed against my ribs as he pulled me to him and kissed me again. Hard. But his mouth was so deliciously firm yet delicate against mine, moving so slowly so I could taste every bit of him. I groaned desperately as the familiar heat of need erupted under every spot of skin that he touched.
Cristo’s breath was growing heavier by the minute. A low groan rumbled in his chest against mine, and I mewled a little into his mouth at how nice that felt even through my thick sweatshirt. I could feel small beads of sweat under my breasts even in the cold winter air around us.
A click resonated around the room as I reached past Cristo for the handle. Now that the door was locked, I didn’t have to worry about anything. At the sound of the lock, Cristo’s hands slipped from under my sweatshirt down to my thighs, tugging right under my butt. I gasped in his mouth as he lightly smacked a cheek, grabbing onto it to knead.
“O-oh…” I gasped as my core warmed up with his seductive touch where his fingers cautiously traced the inside of my thigh.
“Jump.” He instructed breathlessly. I followed his command and wrapped my legs around his waist. The bulge in his pants against my throbbing core made me breathless, and his eyes widened monetarily in pleasure. He turned around and slammed me against the wall, mouth against mine in a passionate fight as out tongues danced. My breasts were pressed up against him and I could feel my nipples grow harder by the minute, wishing for his mouth around them from an overly replayed memory.
I wanted him to devour me all over.
His mouth latched onto my neck, biting and sucking on all the tender spots. I tried to restrain the noises escaping my mouth, but his tongue was making me feel wonders and my sweatpants were pretty much soiled with my wetness. I only hoped he could feel it so we could cut to the chase. But I also liked the way he–
“C-Cristo…” I stammered as his hand slipped under my sweatshirt and wrapped around my breast. Gasping, I relished in the feeling of his warm fingers gently massaging my chest, his palm rubbing over my nipple every now and then. His other hand kneaded my butt as I gasped his name out again.
“I like it when you say my name like that.” He said softly, his mouth meeting mine once again. My breast grew cold as his hand pulled away to wrap around my back. He pulled me away from the wall and backed me into the bed. The moonlight fell onto us, illuminating his skin like it was honey. I reached out to touch his face, breathing at the sight of how beautiful he was.
Did such a man really want me? It seemed too good to believe.
I knew this was too good to ever really happen. I grabbed his shirt, knowing this would be one of the few chances I would have to really enjoy myself with anyone at all. Especially with someone as hot as Cristo. It was best I made the most of these fleeting and rare moments because the universe didn’t like me enough to let a man like Cristo stay in my life.
I felt his thumb at my lip, swiping it delicately as he looked at me with dilated pupils. I could feel myself starting to blush under his stare, so I unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as I could. But his hands grabbed my wrists delicately, pushing them over my head. He wasn’t done staring at me. I looked away, frowning.
“Take a picture, will you?” I grunted softly. His face was in the crook of my neck and jaw, teeth at my skin in small nips that made me sigh. I liked the attention I was getting. And I knew to cherish this as much as I could because this was the last time I would be getting it in a while.
He held my hands in place with one palm, the other sliding down my chest, feeling me up slowly and making my skin throb under his touch. Sliding his hand under my top once again, he palmed my breast with utmost care, pinching my nipple so good that my thighs throbbed. I wanted the warmth of his hand on my sex, gripping me tightly and rubbing me until my hips were rolling into his grip. My walls throbbed with a need for his nimble and slick fingers to pump inside me.
Good grief, he really aroused me beyond my own ability.
I lay under him, trying to catch my breath as his mouth sucked on my collarbones. Closing my eyes, I took in the way his hand slid down to my rib to caress my body, palm travelling down my stomach and…pas the band of my sweatpants.
His fingers slipped right between my folds without any hesitation, eliciting a gasp followed by a moan so loud that I got worried I woke up the whole mansion.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it?” he whispered into my ear seductively with a quick nip to my lobe. My mouth was left agape, trying to find the words to say at the tips of his fingers found my clit to rub circles into. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head so hard that I couldn’t even see white, just bright yellow sparks that were almost blinding.
“Oh my fucking gosh…” I cried out as his fingers dipped into my wet hole, “Cristo!”
“Should’ve just told me how much you wanted this.” He grunted. The way his voice had dropped a few octaves made my walls clench around him. “Fuck, you really wanted this.”
“Shut up!” I whined, but I groaned as his wet tongue slid down my neck. I hadn’t noticed him pulling my sweatshirt up way past my chest, and his warm, delicious mouth was now wrapped around a sensitive nipple. He sucked on my aroused peak, running his wet tongue over the tip quickly and making me much wetter than I needed to be. My thighs were absolutely soaked in my juices as my clit throbbed under his hands rubbing up and down my swollen vulva.
He groaned, pulling his hand away, “You’re so wet, though.”
I whined at the loss of pressure on my pussy, but he quickly pushed my pants off and spread my legs apart, hand sliding back to grab my throbbing core and rubbing it with the heel of his hand. The coldness of the air on my legs only heightened the warmth of his body on me, and I wanted so desperately for him to embrace me completely against himself.
“F-fuck…” I stammered, feeling his fingers slip effortlessly into my pulsing wet hole again. My back arched against his face, and his tongue wrapped around my nipple and sucked harder, making me scream. I could feel tears come into my eyes from how overwhelming the pleasure was.
“You know what…” he breathed and pulled away from my chest to kiss down my stomach, “I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Wha…” I breathed, “what?”
“Shh,” he said softly and my eyes widened when I felt his lips on my thighs, “just make sure you don’t wake anyone up.”
My fingers pierced into the sheets around me as his warm, slick tongue dipped into the folds, massaging my clit. The shots of pleasure it sent through my body made my hips jump off the mattress, but his hands clamped onto my thighs to hold me in place.
“Cristo,” I begged, “please slow down please fuck!”
I was screaming as his tongue lapped up my juices, his mouth closing around my sex to suck on my clit so hard that I thought I would die. A knot started to build up faster than I’d anticipated. “Oh my…I- oh!”
My legs started to tremble and his hands rubbed my thighs and hips to soothe me. “You’re doing good, Lilith,” He coaxed with his voice so deep it reverberated through my clit, “Cum for me.”
“Goddammit…” I gasped as my legs shook around him and my walls grew tense with the build up that I felt like would explode against his face. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better than this, he pushed his tongue into my hole. And I screamed.
A wave of high crashed against my chest and into my abdomen, pushing past the walls of my pussy with exploding warmth that popped through my hole. I gasped as warm fluid dripped from between my legs in what felt like gallons. Cristo pulled away, mouth traveling up from my thigh to my knee, finally giving me space to breathe.
I stared at the ceiling in awe, mouth slightly agape as I tried to catch my breath. The ceiling was slowly replace with the sight of Cristo’s slightly concerned face that soon turned into a playful smirk.
“I guess you’d been wanting this for a while.”
“Fuck you.”
His smirk grew cocky and he leaned in just millimeters away from my face, his hand on my rib right under my breast as he stroked my skin gently.
“I just did.”
That earned a push in his face from me, yet he only laughed as he fell backwards onto the mattress beside me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to himself, and I was soon splayed across his chest with my face in his neck. He grabbed my thigh to readjust us until I was straddling him. His raging-hard on pressed past the fabric of his boxers. I hadn’t noticed when he’d gotten undressed in the heat of it all, but his bulge was searing hot as I unconsciously nestled the length between the folds of my vulva, sighing as it rubbed up against my clit.
We definitely weren’t done yet.
His eyes stared at me intently in a daze, hands coming to my bare hips as he lightly rolled himself into me. My lips parted to take in short bursts of breath that he took out of me with each thrust against me. His hands slowly slid up my sides, dragging sparks along with them. I grabbed my sweatshirt and slowly pulled it over my head, feeling his gaze burning through me quite literally. His hands traced higher up my tors, and I could feel my nipples harden again as he neared my breasts. Once it was off my head, I threw it to the side, hands coming down to rest on the mattress at the either side of his head.
Cristo looked at my lips in awe, and hand coming up to caress my chin. His thumb traced my bottom lip for a moment before it slid between my lips. I sucked on it softly, watching him gulp.
“Do you want me to–”
“I–I wouldn’t last.” He said quickly, almost embarrassed.
Biting my lip to hold in a chuckle, I reached down to his boxers. I hovered over his abdomen while I pushed away his underwear. His member sprang from its confines and smack my thigh, hot and hard. I gasped at the impact and he grabbed the back of my head to make me look at him.
“You want this, right?”
“Yes, now please shut up.”
He helped me guide the tip of his shaft to my entrance, and my walls were throbbing anxiously once again, remembering how he hot it was when he held me in place and slammed it into me repeatedly from behind to the point I came twice.
Feeling him at my entrance, I lowered myself onto him gently, moaning at the way my walls welcomed him. I couldn’t help myself to him, I felt so full with his length inside of me, it was ridiculous.
“Fuck…Lilith, slow down,” Cristo breathed with a firm grip on my waist.
“Should’ve listened when I asked.” I smirked. The look of challenge that flitted across his face was scary in the most delightful way. Before I knew it, he’d pulled me down over himself and grabbed my ass, and was pumping his length into me himself. Faster than I could’ve managed and the way my sex ate him up was making my head spin.
He smacked my ass and pounded himself into my pussy and I moaned loudly.
“Oh fuck Cristo please slow down please.” I begged.
“I thought you wanted this.” He sounded breathy and halfway out of consciousness.
“I was kiddi–oh gosh–ah!”
He was fucking me so fast I couldn’t even think or see straight. And if that wasn’t pleasurable enough, he decided to pull me down so my tits were in his face. I whined as he licked my chest and continued to pound into me as my peak started to reach higher and higher. My moans had turned into yells of excitement, encouragement, and pleasure as Cristo proceeded to ram himself into my throbbing hole with no mercy. I just hoped I was far enough from everyone else’s rooms.
The cord that was tightening in my abdomen finally snapped with Cristo’s warmth gushing inside of me, filling me up until I was practically spilling all over us.
In all the blur and mindlessness of it all, I felt Cristo’s hands on my face, and our lips meeting. We kissed, our faces melting into each other’s as we held each other for the rest of the night.