Been promising this all day, so without further ado... Corrado sex scene!
(FYI: This is from the first draft and may not appear in the actual book)
NOT FOR THE EYES OF YOUNGINS
Corrado led her to the bed and slowly, carefully stripped her out of her clothes, caressing every inch of bare skin. He took his time, not stopping until she was writhing beneath him, arching her back as she yearned for more than just his light touch.
His lips found her skin, licking and sucking on the bare flesh, leaving small red splotches across her chest. Moving further down, Corrado gripped her hips and locked her in place on the bed as he spread her legs. He trailed wet kisses up her inner thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth, before reaching her aching center. He savored it, licking and touching, caressing and tasting, while she moaned and shivered from built-up desire.
Her hands made their way into his hair, tugging on the dark curls as a silent plea for more friction. Corrado knew her cues, knew her needs and desires better than he even knew his own. He gave her exactly what she wanted and it didn’t take long before her legs started to tremble, her body shaking as if caught in an earthquake. Orgasm rocked her body not once but twice, waves of pleasure hitting her back to back as she called out his name in a choked voice.
He pulled his lips away from Celia once her body grew calm again. She relaxed back into the bed, still panting. A tinge of pink covered her body from head to toe, her breasts heaving as she took in deep breaths of air. Corrado watched her for a moment as he reached into his pants and pulled out his throbbing erection, memorizing the look of her—her hair messy and splayed out on the bedspread, her eyelids heavy with lust. He drank in every drop, every freckle and every curve, as he stroked himself in his palm.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked breathlessly, gazing up at him.
“What kind of need?”
“A need to get into you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her mouth. He nipped at her bottom lip, eliciting a loud moan from her throat. The sound rocked through him, consuming every inch of his body with a fiery passion.
He didn’t even undress. He didn’t have a moment to spare. He needed her, would die without her. Maybe not physically, but emotionally… his connection with Celia was his last piece of humanity, the last bit inside of him that really felt alive. They were far from a normal couple—he a savage murderer, she a woman who harbored secrets no woman should know, but together, and alone, it felt like they were untainted and whole.
Corrado pushed inside and filled her completely, her warmth enveloping him as she tossed her head back. He kissed the dip in her throat before finding her lips, their tongues mingling together as he started pounding into her fervently. His strokes were deep and hard, over and over, as he lost himself inside of her before pulling back away. It was passionate and powerful, an agonizing pleasure that struck down to the bone, one that left a mark deep inside of his dark soul.
Celia’s cries were loud, bordering on screams of ecstasy, as he gave her every ounce of himself he had left to give. He held nothing back as his hips slammed into hers, forcing her legs further apart with each deep thrust. She tore at his clothes, ripping them away as she clawed at his back, her fingernails digging into his skin. It burned as she scratched his flesh, drawing blood to the surface, but the pain only spurred him on.
He kissed her long and hard until neither one of them could breathe; then he groaned into her neck as he slid in and out of her again and again. He could feel the pressure building inside of him, slow and heavy, forcing its way from the pit of his stomach out through his limbs. Tingling shot down his spine before his body let loose, a strangled growl reverberating from his chest. It was feral and laced with a ferocity he could hardly contain, but with her, he did. For her, he did it. He kept it pushed back, forced down inside of him, the beast not allowed out to play.
Slowing his thrusts, he spilled inside of her before stopping his movements completely. Celia laid beneath him, clinging to him tightly, her nails practically embedded into his back as she panted, the two of them sticky and soaked with sweat.
They stared at each other for a while as her hands slid up his back. She twirled the curls at the nape of his neck with her fingers as her lips twisted into a mischievous smile. “We should shower,” she said.
He shook his head. “I’m nowhere near done getting you dirty yet.”
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