Chapter 11
“Not me. All you,” Cora breathed, as she moved faster, lifted higher, and learned how to tighten around Paolo just as Paolo pushed up into her. Her movements became much less hesitant, more sure as they fell into a rhythm. Heat pulsed through her, the way she’d thought it would. “I feel you,” she whispered, “I feel you, Paolo.” She didn’t know how to explain, but she felt what Paolo wanted or liked, and she started to deliver. Harder, faster, leaning in more, then leaning back, she gave Paolo everything she could.
As Cora got worked up, every inch of her skin and of Paolo’s, became so sensitive that Cora could feel every hot breath leaving Paolo’s lips, brushing along Cora’s stomach and side. She squeezed her eyes shut, and every feeling she had intensified. Every sound, every whisper, every slide of Paolo’s body against the sheets took on an erotic edge, driving her wilder, and wilder for Paolo, making her very soul reach out for Paolo’s.
Their love making crescendoed and Paolo no longer worried about hurting her. Cora seemed to innately understand what felt the best and just when to squeeze or grind or pause. It was a perfect dance and they moved together as if they were two parts of a whole, of a machine that could only work the way it was meant to if these two were together.
The universe seemed to open up for Paolo. It was like he was soaring through space and time, free of all earthly constraints, with no need for anything but Cora. Cora. He was surrounded by Cora’s essence, her smell, her energy, her soul. He felt it as his own heart and soul reached out for Cora’s, as the energy began to entwine.
Her soul’s proclamations were echoed by the things her body did, the impossible ways she moved, writhed and undulated, pleasuring Paolo, pleasuring herself, enticing her soul mate. Mine. I want you to be mine.
Paolo tried to fight it, wanted to fight the siren song Cora was weaving for him. But I’m not worthy… he protested weakly. He sensed that Cora didn’t care what Paolo’s past was. Only what their future together would be. Together. Paolo surrendered and stopped fighting it, stopped denying the truth of how badly he wanted Cora to be his and only his. I’m yours, he told her without saying a word and Paolo’s world shifted.
Cora dropped down, plastered her mouth over Paolo’s and kissed him senseless as she rode him, driving them home at an increasingly furious pace. There was no going back now. Their souls were bonded, they were one. Their joys and pains, one. Their highs and lows, one.
As heat exploded within him, Cora shouted Paolo’s name. Her lover, her partner, her mate.
Paolo came in an explosion of fireworks. They blinded his vision, they assaulted his nerves, they shook his body. He came and came and came again. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. If you could be in Heaven and still be alive, he was certain he’d just experienced it.
While Paolo was still vibrating with pleasure, he knew his partner, his mate, had not yet come. He reached between them and inserting a finger inside, next to his dick, stroking, feeling almost as if he was stroking his own as pleasure shot through him. “Come for me, baby,” he encouraged.
“Ngh… Paolo, Paolo!” Cora shouted, seeing white explode behind her eyelids as she came at Paolo’s command, hot liquid running out of him. “Paolo,” she whispered again, then dropped her head on Paolo’s chest and started to laugh. “I thought I… I thought I came before,” she admitted, hugging Paolo, and dropping a kiss on his chest.
“I think that was me on overload,” Paolo chuckled, stroking Cora’s back slowly, soothingly. “You dad is going to kill both of us. At least before he knew you weren’t culpable. But if he tries to do anything to you he’s going to find an obstacle in his way. Me. And I’m very very possessive. Just so you know.”
Cora raised herself up a little, so she could look down at Paolo’s. Her heart gave a flip flop at the thought that Paolo was really hers. That they were bonded. “My dad will learn to love you like I do,” Cora countered, “and you don’t seem very possessive. What was all that talk about one night stands?” She kissed Paolo. “I’ll try to make you happy, Paolo. I’ll do my best so you don’t miss that life.”
“I did one night stands because my last long term lover cheated on me…with the gardener and I could never tell if someone was with me because of who I am.” Paolo looked away from Cora. “I know you’re not interested in all that shit so it doesn’t come up with you. Yes, I’m prone to insecurities and I’ll probably question your loyalty now and then; it’s a lifetime habit. But I think we have a real shot here at something real and I don’t want to be the one to fuck it up.” He finally met Cora’s gaze again. “I won’t let anything happen to you. No matter what. I’ll keep you safe, even if it means giving up my family. I’m not losing you.”
Cora ran her hand down the side of Paolo’s face. “Well I’m not losing you either. And my dad might hate your guts but I’m sure my mother will love you.” She laughed. “Especially after I tell her who you are.”
“Maybe we should skip mentioning I’m an Agnelli for now,” Paolo said, laughing along with Cora. “I want her to get to know me; I understand Chantale Abellard has some connections you don’t wanna piss off. Still, you said your dad had plans to marry you off. That’s going to be awkward. Especially since it’s me you chose instead. He can’t force you to still marry someone else can he?” Paolo asked, suddenly worried that like everything else good in his life, Cora would also be taken from him.
“I chose you instead… I like the sound of that,” Cora said, caressing Paolo’s chest.
“No, he can’t. No one can. And what you mean about mama’s connections?” She moved her finger down, drawing circles around Paolo’s nipple.
“Yeah, Chantale is connected with a lot of old New Orleans. She knows everyone who is anyone and they all owe her one. Now I’m no coward but some of those people, you don’t want to get on the wrong side of…”