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This, I thought.

This was heaven for a man like me.

Covered in blood and coated in her.

“Fuck me,” Fia breathed in my ear, canting her hips up as if she could take me impossibly deeper. “Don’t hold back. I want it all. Your blood and cum inside of me.”

“Jesus,” I hissed, but I didn’t waste a moment more in obeying my principessa.

My hips rocked out until just the tip of my cock stretched her entrance and then tunneled back in, harder and faster. Fia’s breath punched out of her lungs with every thrust, her legs tight as boa constrictors around my hips, her fingers scraping up my scalp and back.

It was primal.

Dangerous.

When I lifted my head to take her mouth again, she tasted like blood. Mine or hers, I wasn’t sure, but the tang of iron was erotic against the sweetness of her tongue.

I had a ferocious desire for her to remember this coupling forever.

Even when we found Dario and brought him back.

Even though I knew she would never really be mine.

She was in this moment.

And I’d leave a mark inside her that would never die.

A brand on her soul, an empty echo in her pussy that only I could fill.

Luca Ferretti, a ghost brought to life under her touch and accepting gaze.

“Luca,” she breathed, as I palmed her entire throat and leaned away to drive even deeper inside her.

I needed to watch her face as I took her apart, the way her lips flushed crimson with blood, how her long neck was exposed by the tip of her chin as she mouthed nonsense words of pleasure to the heavens, how her full breasts bounced beneath the silk of her nightgown.

“Mine,” I growled roughly, tightening my hand around her throat until her breath wheezed though the tight grip.

Her eyes flashed open, green as traffic lights as they locked on me.

“If you’re mine,” she countered.

“You are the only reason I remember to breathe,” I assured her before pinching her clit with my other hand, a cruel little twist of my fingers that had her slamming her eyes shut and canting her head against the table on a warbling cry of pleasure as she came.

The climax rolled through her, pussy spasming around me, threatening to milk me dry. I gritted my teeth and held on as long as I could, determined to drive another orgasm out of her on the heels of the first.

“Again,” I ordered, hand flexing around her throat.

“I can’t,” she gasped, head thrashing in mutiny even as she tipped her still juddering hips higher against my own.

“You will.”

I dipped my cum-wet fingers from her clit to her stretched entrance and slowly worked one inside her along my driving cock.

“Dio mio,” she gasped, her hands fisting in the back of my shirt hard enough to tear the shoulder seam. “OhmyGod.”

“Your ghost,” I corrected through bared teeth as the snugness of her swollen cunt and the feel of my finger against my dick made electric heat tingle in the base of my spine. “Your Luca. Gonna fill you up with cum and then eat it out of this ruined cunt. I just need you to come for me again, fiamma. Be my good fucking girl.”

Her eyes were screwed shut, mouth a tense line as the muscles in her neck bulged, as if she was bottling up the pleasure, afraid of what would happen when it burst through her.