Page 57 of Fastest Kill

"Si, signorina. Right away." He laughed, low in his chest, and she made an exasperated sound, trying to hide a smile. He climbed back onto the bed, between her thighs, and kissed her smiling mouth. Her long legs wrapped around his lower back.

Dario pushed inside her slowly, keeping his eyes locked on hers. Her breath caught, and she dragged him down, right to his hilt.

"There," she said quietly. "That's where I need you."

"Perfect fit," he managed, struggling to be coherent. Being inside her was always too much and not enough simultaneously.

She was so hot, so wet, so fucking perfect, it made him want to do stupid things like claim that she was his, and that he'd kill anyone else who tried to take her from him. Agrippa had tried tonight, and he wanted to rage about it. Frederica didn't need his protection or his rage. She needed him to fuck her fear away, and that was what he would do.

Dario moved, thrusting in and out, claiming her even if it was silently in his head. Frederica rose to meet him, finding their rhythm the way two people do when they've already learned each other once, and their bodies remember.

It was slow, deep, and every time he was fully inside, she gripped his hips tighter, grinding up against him and making stars dance in front of his eyes. He kissed her, sucking inside of him every little gasp and moan she made.

Her nails scraped up his back and ribs, and he welcomed the sting and fucked her harder. He pressed his forehead to hers, breathed her in, and tried not to think about all the feelings rushing through him. He put a hand between them, his fingers circling her clit as he fucked her deeper.

"Fuck, Dario!" Frederica clenched tight, coming hard with a ragged exhale. Electric shocks flew down Dario's spine, and he followed her, filling her up with so much come that it started leaking out around him. Fuck, it felt so good. So right.

He didn't move immediately, and she didn't make him. She held him tight to her, their hearts hammering against each other.

"God, I needed that," she said, her pussy fluttering around him.

"Me too." Dario kissed her again, before moving to kiss the tip of her nose, her jaw, her temple. He moved down her body, slowly pulling his spent dick free from her. He spread her legs wider, the sight of his come shining on her pussy making him moan. "Fuck."

Frederica slid her hands over her breasts, and his dick twitched. "You like seeing your come leaking out of me, don't you?"

Dario hummed. "Yeah, I really do."

Frederica's hand moved to touch her leaking pussy. "What about when I do this?" She gathered up some of his come on her fingertips and put them to her mouth, sucking them clean.

"That…is a really mean thing to do when I'm going to need some recovery time," he growled.

"Recovery, huh? Pity. I needed at least one more orgasm to sleep tonight. I suppose I'll have to do it myself."

The sound that came out of Dario was all animal as he dragged her hips up and buried his face between her thighs. Frederica cried out as his hot tongue thrust back inside of her. Dario groaned, the taste of both of them on his lips, in his mouth, drowning out all other senses.

He didn't stop until she screamed his name again, her orgasm reducing her to a shaking mess. Dario finally relented, kissing the inside of her thighs and her hip before lying down beside her and dragging her limp body across his.

"Good job, Colleoni. Five stars," she panted, making him laugh.

"You're welcome."

Dario was almost asleep when she spoke again. "I should have handled tonight better."

"What do you mean?" he asked, not wanting to push her into conversation if she wasn't ready for it.

"If I were my parents, I could have had Agrippa eating out of the palm of my hand and offering the mirror to me for free. My father made stealing look like art. I loved watching him work when I was small. I thought it was the most elegant thing I had ever seen." She went silent for a long moment, and he was about to ask her what was wrong when she added, "I never had that ability."

"You're exceptional at what you do," Dario said, stroking her arm.

"At killing people and intimidating them and getting in and out of places fast," she replied. "Yeah, that I can do. But I'm not great at being a thief. He walks into a room and people like him immediately. My mother, too. She looks like a movie star when she wants to. It's like she can make the world stop and hold everyone's attention."

Her thumb traced an absent pattern on his chest. "I look like what I am. A soldier at best, a killer at worst. I was always the one they put at the door while someone prettier ran the distraction. I don't have the ability to be… soft."

"You were a damn good distraction in Ephesus," he pointed out. "You pulled every eye in that room."

"Because I was angry and running on adrenaline, and it sold. I can make people look when I need to, but it's usually by being the biggest threat in the room. The Amazon Princess with great hair, who is ready to fight." She shook her head, the movement small against his chest. "That's not the same as my mother walking into a room and having everyone want to tell her their secrets. That's not my father running a shell game and having people thank him for it." She paused and let out a defeated sigh. "I was supposed to be the best of both of them. If I had, I could have taken Agrippa on tonight without batting an eye. Most of the time, it doesn't bother me, but on nights like tonight, it pisses me off. I was meant to get half her softness, half his cleverness. Instead, I got none of it."

"No. Instead, you got all of it but cranked to eleven," Dario replied honestly. "All the deadliness, none of the soft wrapper."