The na**d emotions in Domenico’s eyes were too much, and she started to look away. But Domenico had never gone easy on her, and he was no different now. He cupped her face and made her look at him.
“I love you, Misty. And I will crawl for you, beg you---I’ll do anything just to make you mine again. It didn’t feel bad to me because I was doing it for you.” His fingers slid through her hair, tightening in a possessive grip. “You’ve been gone for sixteen f**king months, and I was lost. All that I had going for me was the hope – this undying hope that I would see you again one day and when that time comes, I’ll have you back.”
His voice turned hoarse. “Misty, I meant what I said. I’ll do anything to---”
Misty’s lips suddenly covered his, arms wrapping around his neck, her kiss effectively silencing him.
He knew what she was doing, knew that she couldn’t bear to hear the rest of what he had to say because she wasn’t yet sure what her answer would be. Or maybe she already knew but simply didn’t want to tell him right now.
Either way, it was a rejection.
And it hurt.
But Domenico pushed the pain away. If Misty could not forgive him now, then so be it. He could not and would never blame her for it, after all the pain he had caused her. He would simply try again.
Tears fell from her eyes, mingling with the taste of Domenico’s lips. “Domenico,” she whispered. More tears fell at the sound of his name on her lips. All the months they had been apart, she had not let herself speak his name. And she was right not to. Because right now, the sound of it was already breaking her.
Domenico’s chest constricted at the bittersweet familiarity of Misty’s voice saying his name. He could feel her trembling, not just out of desire but now out of hurt remembrance of bad memories.
“Please,” Misty said shakily, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as she embraced him more tightly towards him.
“Please what, darling?” he asked rawly.
“Please just make love to me tonight.” Misty felt Domenico draw a swift hard breath at her words, his chest heaving against hers.
And then he was sweeping her up in his arms and lowering her to bed.
“Open your legs.”
She had barely finished doing so when his c**k was already entering her, so deeply that she could almost swear it was touching her heart. Domenico suddenly pulled out and sank back into her in one swift, deliciously hard move, and she whimpered in shocked pleasure.
“Ready?” He stared down at her.
“R-ready for what?”
“This.” Domenico tossed her legs over his shoulders, pulling his c**k out before ramming back into her in full force.
Misty gasped.
But it was just the beginning. Domenico was relentless, pounding into her faster and harder with each thrust, her body shaking with every instance. She could only hold on to him and gasp, her legs twisted over his shoulders and around his back.
As his movements became fiercer, she found herself clinging to the headboard, causing her br**sts to push up.
“Yes,” he gritted out and without pausing in his thrusts, he bent down to suck one nipple into his mouth.
“Aaah!” Misty’s eyes rolled back as his thrusts moved in rhythm with his tongue while he continued sucking hard on her nipple. She screamed when she felt his teeth clamping down around the tip of her breast and she screamed again when his teeth sank deeper into her flesh.
The sounds of Misty’s pleasures fed his own. Releasing her nipple, he turned his head to the other side so he could suck her other nipple. As he took it in his mouth, he tightened his hands around her butt so that he could grind his c**k into her more deeply.
“Oh, God.” She could only hang on to the headboard with all her might as her body started to jerk more wildly.
Domenico released her nipple and, without stopping his forceful thrusts, he went on his knees, lifting her h*ps in the air.
“Mine,” he grated.
Her body had lost all sense of gravity, its weight dependent on Domenico’s c**k and his hands around her hips.
When his fingers tightened around her hips, his c**k pulling out and teasing the entrance of her sex, she sobbed out, “Yours. Oh God, I’m yours.”
Domenico pulled out one last time and when he sank his c**k back into her, he pinched her cl*t at the same time.
Misty screamed as she came, and her legs tightened around his h*ps reflexively as her back arched. Her arms fell at the strength of her orgasm but Domenico was there to catch her. He lowered her back to the bed, his c**k still pulsing inside her. He started to move again, and she whimpered, her body stirring back into life as his movements became fast and frenzied.
“Come again,” he growled.
She whimpered.
He increased his tempo, knowing his orgasm was just moments away. One hand pinning her arms over her head, Domenico reached down with his other hand until he found Misty’s tender nub of flesh, which strained for his touch.
“Come!” He pressed her cl*t down as hard as he could while he filled her cunt with his cock.
Misty’s body responded to his command and she sobbed as she came again and with him, Domenico’s h*ps bucking over hers at the strength of his own release.
When she woke up, the other side of the bed was empty, the room quiet and bathed in sunlight streaming from the windows, the curtains pulled to the side. She pushed herself up, searching the room for Domenico as she did. And that was when she saw it.
Pulling the sheets with her to wrap around her body, Misty padded towards the coffee table, her heart beating madly.
A note was attached to the scroll and she took it with shaky hands.
My love, I do not want to make this harder for you.
If you truly want us to cut ties, then I shall affix my signature after yours has dried.
But before you do, allow me to tell you again that I am deeply sorry for all the pain I have caused you in the past. I love you. More than anything in this world.
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From the building across the hotel, Domenico watched Misty cry, sinking into the floor as she held his note to her chest. And then she was gone, leaving an hour later with no signs of whether she had indeed chosen to cut ties.
Domenico went back to the hotel suite, her scent still strong in the room, a scent he had craved for so long. He inhaled it sharply, wishing he could have it with him all the time so that he wouldn’t feel so empty when she was not at his side.
The scroll was on the table, with a new note attached. He picked it up, his heart aching when he felt the wet spots, caused by Misty’s tears.