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She moaned straight into his mouth, opening hers wider as his tongue pushed in and swirled with hers in a hot, breathless dance of passion. The heavy, possessive pressure of his fingers wrapped securely around her throat and his firm grip on her hair didn't frighten her—instead, it only added to the intense, intoxicating pleasure rushing through her veins.

When the heat became too much, he suddenly broke the kiss, giving her a desperate opportunity to breathe. Rosa gasped for air, her chest heaving as she instinctively leaned in closer against his solid frame. Vanni didn't let her go far. His lips immediately latched onto the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing hot, branding kisses along her jawline.

As she lay flat on her back, completely consumed by the sensation, Vanni shifted his weight. In one swift, dominant movement, he grabbed both of her hands, gathering her wrists together and pinning them firmly above her head against the mattress, leaving her entirely at his mercy.

His lips descended on hers once again, sucking wildly and tasting the sweet liquor on her breath. He pulled her full lower lip into his mouth, nipping at it just hard enough to draw a sharp, needy gasp from her lips.

Breaking the kiss for a second time, Vanni traveled lower. His mouth slid down the smooth column of her throat, tracing a path of fire over her collarbone and down to her chest.

With a dark growl, his hand moved to the neckline of the burgundy sundress. In one swift, practiced motion, he cupped her breast, pulling the fabric down so it spilled out, ripe and soft into his palm. Vanni completely buried his face between the soft mounds of her chest, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

Rosa arched her back against the sheets, a loud, uninhibited groan of pure pleasure escaping her as she surrendered entirely to his touch.

He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as his second hand moved to rub the other peak, teasing her relentlessly. Pleased with the passionate cries tearing from her throat, he squeezed her breast slowly and growled, "Do you like this, cara?"

"Oh yes... I do," she moaned, her eyes tightly closed as the sensations overwhelmed her.

"Do you want me to stop? Do you?" he demanded, his voice thick with a dark authority.

"No, please... don't stop, please," she begged, completely undone.

With a dark chuckle, his hand left her chest and slid down the length of her body. His fingers brushed against her heat, rubbing firmly over her center to prepare her before he suddenly plunged a finger deep into her. Rosa groaned wildly, her head throwing back against the mattress as the intense friction sent a massive jolt of electricity straight through her.

"You're fucking wet, Rosalia. You're dripping for me," he growled, the raw authority in his voice vibrating against her skin.

Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, Vanni pushed a second finger deep inside her, his thumb finding her sensitive core as he tilted his hand and lifted her hips higher off the mattress. The sudden, intense fullness made Rosa lose her mind. One of her hands broke free from his grip above her head, her fingers instinctively burying themselves into his thick dark hair, gripping his head as she pulled him closer, completely consumed by the pleasure.

Vanni looked down at the fabric bunching between them, his eyes flashing with dark impatience. "Fuck this gown."

With a sudden, violent surge of dominance, his hands gripped the neckline of the burgundy sundress. With one powerful tug, he ripped the fabric completely apart, the sound of tearing seams echoing through the quiet bedroom. He dragged the ruined dress down her body and tossed it to the floor, leaving her completely naked and entirely exposed before his burning, possessive gaze.

To ensure her hands wouldn't get in the way of what he wanted to do next, Vanni reached blindly into the bedside drawer, pulling out a sleek silk tie. With practiced, dominant efficiency, he securely bound her wrists together.

Once he was satisfied that she was properly restrained, his attention turned back to her body. He unhooked her bra in one swift motion and discarded it, flinging it across the room. He didn't bother sliding her panties down; instead, he gripped the delicate fabric and ripped them apart. Holding the torn lace to his nose, a deep, primal growl rumbled in his chest as he inhaled her scent.

"You smell so fucking good," he rasped, his eyes devouring every inch of her naked form, truly eating her up.

Everything about her awakened the beast inside him. Her small, perky breasts, the narrow curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and her wild hair scattered against the pillows—she was a masterpiece entirely under his control. He stuffed the ruined panties into his pocket, gripped her waist with bruising pressure, and shifted her body so she was straddling his lap.

Lifting her bound wrists, he placed her tied hands over his shoulder.

"Scream as much as you want," he said, a devilish grin cutting across his handsome features. "I don't care at this point."

Rosalia’s drunken mind couldn't fully comprehend why he was warning her. But the exact moment she felt his lips descend directly onto her swollen core, a sharp, piercing scream tore from her throat.

"Oh yes... oh god, yes!" she cried out, her thighs trembling violently as every single cell in her body came alive.

He didn't just kiss her down there—he ate her up. His lips were merciless, sucking deeply against her clitoris, his tongue swirling wildly as he lapped up her moisture, ruthlessly pushing her over the edge. The pleasure was too immense, too overwhelming.

"Vanni... I need to pee... I need to urinate!" she gasped out, confused by the intense, building pressure coiled deep inside her lower abdomen.

Knowing exactly what that sensation meant, Vanni just smiled against her wet skin. "Not yet, cara. I told you I won't go easy on you."

He kept stimulating her relentlessly, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of a hard, fast pace. Rosa kept crying out, thrashing against his mouth, repeating that she felt like she needed to urinate, completely unaware that she was right on the precipice of a shattering climax. Vanni knew this was her body preparing for a massive orgasm.

A loud, uninhibited cry of pure pleasure was his ultimate reward. Vanni watched with dark satisfaction as her body convulsed, a powerful wave of her release squirting out against his face and chest.

At the sensation, he could feel his own cock twitching violently inside his trousers. He was painfully hard down there, the pressure throbbing so intensely it ached. He wanted nothing more than to rip his pants open and bury himself inside her tight heat.

But now was not the time. As much as he burned for it, he forced himself to hold back. He had a rule for himself now: the next time he would be fucking her, her mind would be completely clear.

Leaning up to look at her, ready to untie her hands, Vanni stopped. The sheer intensity of the climax, combined with the heavy alcohol in her system, had completely drained her.

Rosa was knocked out cold, sleeping deeply against the pillows.