I should have stopped. I knew it with every rational part of my mind, but those parts were drowned out, smothered by the heat building between us.
I was drowning in him—his touch, his scent, the raw desire in his eyes that mirrored my own. Every inch of me was alive, burning, and I couldn't think past the overwhelming need to feel him closer, deeper.
Bruno's hands gripped me with an urgency I'd never known, as if he feared I might slip away at any moment. His fingers dug into my skin, leaving imprints of his desperation, of his need. And I wanted it. God, I wanted him.
My body arched into his as he kissed me with a kind of force that made my knees weak. I felt his lips move from my mouth to my neck, my sensitive skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
I had never felt so out of control, so consumed by something beyond me.
His mouth traveled lower, over the curve of my collarbone, and I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as I tried to pull him closer, needing more, always more.
"Bruno," I whispered, my voice shaky, breathless.
I didn't even know what I wanted to say. My mind was a haze, a blur of sensation and need. But he answered with his body, his hands moving over me, claiming me, pulling me deeper into this storm.
His hands slid under the hem of my dress, his fingers trailing over my skin with a tenderness that made my heart race. He looked up at me, his dark eyes filled with something I couldn't quite name—something fierce, something vulnerable.
"Maria," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I need you."
The words sent a jolt through me, a wave of heat crashing over my body. I should have been scared—this was Bruno, after all, cold, calculating, dangerous Bruno. But right now, in this moment, all I could see was the man in front of me—the man who was looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered, the only thing he wanted.
"I'm yours," I breathed, my voice trembling. "Take me, Bruno. I want you."
His eyes darkened at my words, and before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me into him, his mouth crashing against mine with a force that left me breathless.
His hands gripped my hips, lifting me effortlessly as he backed me toward the bed. I could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against mine, his muscles taut with tension, and it only made me want him more.
My back hit the mattress, and Bruno was on top of me, his body pressing me into the bed as his lips continued their assault on my skin.
I could feel every inch of him, the heat radiating off him in waves, and it sent a thrill through me that I couldn't control. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it.
His hands roamed over my body, sliding up my thighs, over my hips, and I shivered under his touch, arching into him, desperate for more. I could feel the tension in him, the way his body trembled with restraint, and it only made me want him more. I wanted to see him lose control. I wanted to feel him, all of him.
I reached for him, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He groaned softly as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and I couldn't help but gasp as I saw him—his body, all hard muscle and smooth skin, every inch of him perfect, every inch of him mine.
Bruno looked down at me, his chest heaving with every breath, and I could see the raw desire in his eyes, the need that mirrored my own.
He reached for me, his hands sliding up my thighs, and I could feel the heat of his touch, the way his fingers trembled slightly as they moved over my skin.
"Maria," he breathed, his voice rough and strained. His hands slid up my thighs, his fingers brushing against the fabric of my underwear, and I gasped, my hips bucking into his touch. "I need you. Now."
I couldn't speak. All I could do was nod, my body trembling with anticipation, with need.
I reached for him, pulling him closer, my hands sliding over the hard muscles of his back, his shoulders, desperate to feel more of him, to feel all of him.
He didn't hesitate. His hands moved to my hips, pulling my underwear down in one swift motion, and I shivered as the cool air hit my skin. His fingers brushed against me, and I moaned softly, my body arching into his touch, desperate for more.
"Please," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. "Bruno, please."
He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, and I could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles strained with the effort of holding back. He wanted me—God, he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Maybe even more.
Without another word, he positioned himself above me, his body pressing me into the mattress as he lined himself up with me. I could feel him, hard and ready, and my heart raced with anticipation, with need.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough and breathless, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.
"Yes," I breathed, my voice trembling with desire. "Please, Bruno. I need you."
And then he was inside me.
The sensation hit me like a wave, crashing over me, drowning me in a sea of pain and pleasure. I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders as he filled me completely with his massive rod, stretching me in ways I'd never felt before.
I was overwhelmed—by the feel of him, by the way his body moved against mine, by the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Bruno groaned softly as he thrust into me, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, of not losing control completely. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer as he moved inside me, his movements slow and deliberate, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel—feel him, feel the pleasure, feel the overwhelming desire that was building between us.
"Maria," he breathed, his voice rough and strained as he thrust into me again, harder this time, deeper. "I can't… I can't hold back."
"Don't," I gasped, my body arching into his, desperate for more. "Don't hold back. I want all of you."
That was all it took.