Lorenzo's dominance was exuding from him as he gazed at me with lust filled eyes, his large hard-on evident in his pants. My eyes were drawn to it, desperate to have my hands around its thick length, my mouth salivating at the thought.

"I want to take this slowly," Lorenzo spoke, taking a few steps towards me. "I don't want to rush."

A part of me was worried about being caught by the others that lived in the pack house, but, there was also something incredibly sexy and enticing about taking the risk. The act felt dangerous and dicey, which only turned me on even more.

I did not think I was like this. Lorenzo really had arisen a whole other side of me out from the ashes that I wasn't even aware existed.

Luckily, the blinds were pulled almost closed, so if anyone did pass, they wouldn't be able to peek in and see anything obscene. However, I was sure that we would be able to be heard, hopefully stopping anyone from entering.

I nodded at Lorenzo as he trailed his fingers across my underwear, his chest grumbling in approval as he felt how wet I was for him. The fabric was completely soaked through, and I was feeling slightly self conscious that he would find it unsanitary.

However, he hadn't complained after our intimacy in the ceremony hall and I couldn't help how my body reacted to him. He was the sexiest man alive.

"Mi vuoi, Mia?" he asked, and I cocked my head, confused by the use of Italian. Although I had tried my best to learn, I was a slow learner and I struggled with the pronunciation, but hearing it flowing out of my mate's lips caused my arousal to grow.

Despite the fact I had no idea what he said, he sounded sexy, his voice husky and low.

I laughed, unsure of what to say when he raised his brows at me, trying to remind him that I was not bilingual like him, and actually didn't understand his question.

"Are you laughing at me, Mia?" Lorenzo asked, smirking slightly, and I gulped. I released a small yelp as he grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter, crouching down in front of my sex, his eyes glued to mine the entire time.

To my surprise, Lorenzo leaned forwards, capturing my intimate area with his mouth, licking me gently. My eyes instantly rolled to the back of my head as I spread my legs even wider in an attempt to give him better access.

"Oh my Goddess, Lorenzo," I moaned, one hand being used to hold up my shaking form, the other running through his tufty hair that I had just messed up, each piece sticking up in a random direction.

He licked me, focusing on my clit, circling his tongue around it, teasing me agonisingly slowly.

I wanted with all my being for him to just take me, eager to feel his full length inside of me, but, according to him, he didn't want to rush. It really meant, he wanted to tease me and watch me squirm with anticipation.

Secretly, I liked it though.

"Keep moaning like that and I won't be able to control myself," Lorenzo warned, his eyes meeting mine, and I closed them, sighing loudly. The fear that someone was going to interrupt us had quickly vanished, my mind completely focused on what my mate was doing to my body. The feeling was indescribable.

I could feel my pot beginning to boil over, and I knew that with a few more licks, I was going to come undone, my loud moaning and shaking legs alerting Lorenzo to this, and he quickly pulled away. He shook his head, smirking at me, causing me to pout.

"Nope, you're only going to cum with me inside of you today," he said, standing up and pressing a passionate kiss to my lips, the taste of my own juices turning me on even more, something I would have considered repulsive before I met him.

Lorenzo had never shown this level of assertiveness and dominance to me before, and although I could tell he was hesitant, after seeing me practically beg for him, I knew he was eager to please me. He wanted to make this as easy and pleasurable for me as possible.

I wanted to be dominated by him, because although I had been piloted and controlled my entire life, there was something freeing about allowing it to happen on my terms.

It was as if I was taking the reins, because I knew that if I wanted to stop at any point, I could and there would be problem.

But, there was no way in hell I was going to stop him.

"Take them off," I said, tugging at his pants, watching as he slowly stepped out of them, pulling his boxers down with them. His hard-on sprung free, my eyes wide as I watched it eventually still.

Although I had seen it before, the sheer size and girth of it amazed me. I was unsure how it was all going to be able to fit inside of me.

Would I be able to take it?

I leaned forwards, grasping his dick in my hands, slowly moving them up and down, jerking him off, causing Lorenzo to groan. He tilted his head back as he grasped my thighs, squeezing them tightly.

His grunts and groans caused a pool to form between my legs, dripping onto the countertops, and I felt awkward knowing this was a place people would be cooking later on, unaware of what Lorenzo and I had done on them.

I would be sure to give it a big wipe down afterwards with as many chemicals as I could find.

Possibly some bleach.

"Your hands look amazing wrapped around my cock, mio amore," he spoke, thrusting into my hand, moving his hips with the rhythm I was using, and I gazed up at him with large eyes. I loved the feeling of having him in my hand, it coming naturally to me.

After releasing another grunt, Lorenzo pulled away, chuckling, and I could tell that if we continued, he was going to release, which neither one of us wanted so early on.

Looking at me once more, Lorenzo hesitated, ensuring that I was ready and didn't want to stop, but before he could speak and ruin the moment, I grabbed his hand, pulling him to me.

I wrapped my legs around him, using my heels to push on his back to inch him closer, showing him that I wanted all of him, and I wasn't going to regret it.

Planting his lips on mine for a second, Lorenzo lined himself up, taking hold of his thick length and pressing it to my opening. He moved it around a bit so the tip was coated in my fluid, and I groaned loudly in frustration, attempting to push myself off the counter just a little more so I could press him into me.

"So impatient," chuckled Lorenzo, shaking his head, pulling himself away from my sex, causing me to frown, gazing up at him pleadingly.

I wanted him to fuck me. Now.

"Please," I begged, my small voice causing Lorenzo's ears to perk up, and he smiled, obviously deciding against more teasing. Instead, he pushed his dick into me slowly, his length filling me. I gasped, pain causing me to ball my hands into fists.

I was so tight, and we needed to wait a little bit as my body adjusted to his size, both of us staying still as I breathed deeply, the pain eventually subsiding. I encouraged Lorenzo to begin to move, the feeling strange and unfamiliar, but, I couldn't help releasing a small moan.

"That's it, you're doing such a good job baby," Lorenzo assured me, bracing his arms up against the cupboard above us, stroking into me gently. Small moans escaped my mouth as I opened my legs wider for him, pleasure already wracking my body.

"More," I mumbled, the words exiting my mouth before I could stop them, causing Lorenzo to push even more of himself inside of me.

The sound of my wetness filled the room, turning me on even more, the excess lubrication helping with the discomfort. It allowed Lorenzo to slide in and out of me with a minimal amount of pain, the pleasure beginning to take over.

"Open your legs wider, Mia," Lorenzo ordered, and I did so, lying back slightly, flinching at the freezing cold tile hitting my upper back, but ignoring it. I focused on the pleasure I was feeling between my legs as Lorenzo thrusted into me even deeper, my body jostling with each pump.

He moved at a quicker pace, cursing to himself in pleasure as he did so, grunting quietly.

I moaned, closing my eyes, yelping as the pleasure intensified, realising Lorenzo had released one hand from the cupboard up above, his thumb now on my clit, circling it slowly.

"Keep doing that," I mumbled, gripping onto Lorenzo's forearm, watching as he forced away a smirk, clearly enjoying how much he could make me writhe and squirm underneath him from just a touch, the effect he had on my body astonishing.

"Mi prendi così bene," Lorenzo grunted, and I ignored his words, having no idea what he had said, but knowing it was dirty and raw, and would have probably made me blush if it was said in English.

"Make me yours," I gulped, Lorenzo raising an eyebrow at me as I nodded, pushing my hair away from my neck and angling it so he had enough access to it.

I wanted to be Lorenzo's forever.

He seemed to catch on, leaning forwards as he continued to pump into me, planting a soft kiss onto my flushed skin before scraping his canines against it. He sunk his teeth in, causing me to flinch in pain, pushing at his chest.

The pain quickly subsided, and Lorenzo licked off the blood seductively before pulling away to admire his work, his eyes dark as he gazed at it, his smile from ear to ear.

"It's beautiful," he said, locking his lips with mine, moaning into my mouth. "Just like you."

My neck was throbbing slightly, but I was feeling far too much pleasure to notice, Lorenzo angling his neck towards me, nodding at me.

"Are you sure?" I questioned, the words coming out as exaggerated moans, and Lorenzo chuckled, placing his hand on the back of my neck and pushing me towards him.

"Mark me, Mia," he said, and I gulped, tracing my tongue down his neck to his collarbone, extending my canines and biting down. I felt Lorenzo's body tense up underneath me, a small grunt leaving his lips before it turned into a moan.

I pulled away, my eyes glued to the red shaped bite mark now scarred into his skin, showing everyone that he was mated.

And mine.

Wrapping my legs around Lorenzo's waist to allow him to fuck me even deeper, I could feel my release building rapidly, my clit pulsating with every circle of Lorenzo's thumb.

I moaned loudly, riding out my orgasm as I reached my peak, my response making Lorenzo move even faster inside of me, roughly, but I wasn't complaining.

I loved that he was trying hard to fight off his orgasm until I had finished mine, wanting to ensure that I felt every inch of his cock during it.

Lorenzo pulled away from my clit once he realised my orgasm was over and it was far too sensitive to be touched again. He continued to fuck me, wrapping his arms under my thighs, pulling me to him and stopping me from hitting my head against the wall as he lengthened his thrusts, groaning loudly before pulling out of me.

He grabbed his cock and jerked himself off for a few strokes, his warm cum coating my stomach, his body quivering as he released, watching me intently as he did so.

"You're incredible," Lorenzo said after a few moments, chuckling, leaning forwards and pressing a quick kiss on my lips. "Let's clean you up before anyone gets home."

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Translations:

Mi vuoi, Mia?- Do you want me, Mia?

Mi prendi così bene- You take me so well

I wrote this in Starbucks, so you're all very welcome. I did make sure I was in a corner though as I was slightly paranoid someone would see.

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