LOGINBianca “Relax,” he urges, his lips still brushing against mine. “I’m not going to hurt you, but you need to relax.”I nod, and he slips his hand between our bodies, beginning to caress my clitoris. “I’ll go slowly. Just tell me if you want me to stop.”I feel that soft, slippery part of his body probing my entrance again, and I try to relax to let him in because I want him to. I want to feel him inside me. He gently pushes forward and begins to enter me. The tension in the ring of muscles stretching to accommodate him is painful, as though it might tear, but the moisture from both of us makes things easier. Little by little, he slides inside, stretching me, opening my walls, making his way into me.I'm not a virgin. I've done this countless times, so you could say I'm used to it. But Giacomo isn't nearly this well-endowed, and it takes me a little while to adjust. Nevertheless, every inch he moves forward feels more pleasurable than the last. The sensation is sublime, divine, magnifi
BiancaI lower my hands to his waist, untie the knot of the towel covering him, and shove the fabric aside. I think my body might burst into spontaneous combustion when I feel him directly, skin to skin, and I stroke his well-formed buttocks to press him closer to me.He groans in my ear while nibbling my earlobe. Passion washes over me, brushing all inhibitions aside, and even though I'm trembling like a leaf, I open my legs wider for him as he begins making hip movements that cloud away any trace of judgment.He pulls back from the crook of my neck and scatters kisses all over my face while he keeps moving. Wetness bathes us both, and my core turns into a river of desire."I'll go get a condom," he announces in a strained voice, and I look at him in confusion.I hadn't even thought about it, and I know it's supposed to be normal—what two responsible people are supposed to do when they have sex—but no one had ever bothered with that before. Not Dante, not his sick friends, and certai
BiancaFabrizio watches me closely, as if searching for doubt on my face, but I don't have any left. I am sure of what I feel, sure that I want him to be my first time—the one I chose—even if what we have is ephemeral, even if our hours are numbered."Are you sure?" he asks, his hands circling my waist."So sure. I know we don't have a tomorrow, but I don't want to waste today. I don't want to die without knowing what it feels like to truly surrender yourself, with all your heart. And I want it to be you. I want you to be branded onto my skin just as you already are on my soul.""I don't think I deserve you, Bianca, but it will be an honor if you let me make love to you—truly make love to you."He brings his hand to the back of my neck, caresses me, and pulls me toward his mouth to begin kissing me. A slow, sweet kiss, charged with desire but free of urgency; a kiss where he takes his time savoring me, discovering every nook and cranny of my mouth, setting every fiber of my body on fi
BiancaThe question chokes my throat because I hadn't even thought of it that way, but yes—everything I've lived through led me right here. Even though I still can't accept it, and definitely could never love it, a part of me is starting to see it differently just because it brought me to him."You're the only thing I'm grateful for in this shitty life." I close my eyes and kiss him. "Your kisses, your caresses... they're the only good thing I've ever had.""My hands are stained too, and you know it.""Not to me. To me, they're pure, they're perfect, they're my ticket to paradise.""See? You *can* find beauty in the middle of all the filth." My brow furrows at his remark. "You say your life is shit, and I get it. But to me, you're the most beautiful thing that has ever walked this earth, Bianca."My chest tightens all over again because I can't believe he's real, that what he's telling me is true."Have you ever been in love, Fabrizio?" I ask because I can't believe a man like him is
BiancaI stretch in bed upon waking, feeling more relaxed than ever in my life and wearing a smile that hasn't faded, I think, even while I slept.Can you sleep naked with a man without anything happening?I used to think not, but the answer is yes. I spent the night with Fabrizio, both of us naked, holding each other, sharing the same air, and he didn't cross any lines. I curled up beside him, against his chest, we kissed until we were exhausted, but he didn't push past that boundary he knows I'm not ready for yet. That makes me adore him even more because, although we haven't consummated the act, I feel that the intimacy we've shared surpasses everything else.I look around, but the bedroom and the bed are empty. Before disappointment can torment me, however, I spot the red rose and the note on the pillow.I think the smile is going to split my face as I pick it up and bring it to my nose to inhale its scent. I look at the note, and my heart flutters with happiness when I read:*"If
BiancaHe smiles, but this time there’s something decidedly lascivious about it, before burying himself between my thighs and devouring me.I can’t withstand the intensity of what he’s doing to me. My head falls back against the mattress, ready to receive everything he wants to give me.For however long he stays there, I forget the ghosts. I forget the monsters, the fears, and the anxieties. I surrender to everything I’m feeling, not just in my body but in my heart too.My stomach becomes a volcano on the verge of erupting. A hot spring I never knew existed begins to flow from somewhere deep inside me, and I have to cover my mouth to keep from screaming when one of his fingers slips inside me.My channel tightens around it without me meaning to. My walls contract beyond my control, and I can’t hold back my cry when he touches that spot inside me that makes me lose all control.“Don’t hold back, dolcezza. I want to hear you. I want to hear you moan with pleasure. I want you to be free
Arianna"Ari, stop, and get out of that bed. Change your clothes; we're going to have dinner.""I don't want to have dinner." I turn around again to ignore him.He sighs, and I feel when he stands up."Arianna, I'm serious, change your clothes.""No, I told you!" I raise my voice and sit up. "You c
AriannaI wake up with a slight tingling on my neck and don't need to open my eyes to know who it is; his scent gives him away."I have to go," he whispers in my ear.I stretch and open my eyes to meet his. His hair is damp, which tells me he is freshly showered, and I regret not having joined him.
Enzo I turn to look at her and nearly stumble when I see her. She's wearing a black silk baby doll that could almost pass for a mini-dress if the fabric covering her breasts weren't delicate, transparent lace, showing off a part of those pretty nipples.She approaches, swaying her hips sensuously,
EnzoI leave my room, rolling up the sleeves of my black shirt, and stop at her door, tempted to open it. Maybe I should wish her good morning, tell her I'm leaving.But what the hell is wrong with me?! I don't have to explain anything to her.Between the absurdity of making her breakfast yesterday







