Her tongue finally synchronized with Elio's moves so she was able to whirl it before his cock hit the back of her throat. Each time he went deep but without the need to show her that she should play by his rules just as the first one had.
He fisted her hair, pulling her head back harshly.
Savannah closed her lips, feeling how swollen they had become. But Elio grabbed her chin, applying enough pressure to make her open them back again. He laughed.
"Tell me that you like it."
Even if she wanted to lie and say 'no', she couldn't. Not that he would believe her anyway. If her face wasn't revealing her desire to do that and much more with Elio, it only took one gesture to slide over her panties to feel the lie. She was soaking wet.
He cocked his eyebrow, waiting for her answer. "I do."
"You do what?" he teased her.
"I do like it," she managed to say.
Elio wanted to ask her further, however, his own urges made him rethink. "Suck my cock, Savannah," he said instead.
She didn't have to be told twice before letting him push himself in her mouth again.
Rough.
Hard.
Dirty.
He bit his lip as he hit her throat "Fuck," he groaned.
Hell.
It felt like hell.
Heaven.
It tasted like heaven.
They kept on going back and forth between Elio shoving his cock as far as possible and encouraging her to say how much she liked it. Just as it was turning him on, it was helping Savannah see what she desired exactly.
Nothing soft and gentle.
Not even at all.
"Perfect," he moaned before stopping. He tightened in her mouth and started to pull it back as the sperm kept on dripping, dragging through her tongue with a few drops left on her lips. He smeared it around first with his cock, then with his thumb. "Lick it away, baby girl," he ordered, pushing the tip of his finger past her teeth.
She held back, not knowing if she should swallow. She knew that many girls do. And Elio must have felt the cum inside her mouth as he hummed under his nose. "Swallow it."
And she did at last. The taste was a little salty but still so unusual that it seemed like nothing else.
Savannah breathed out.
He grabbed her elbows and pulled her to her feet. He looked at her with admiration before he kissed her once again. He could probably still taste himself on her. At least the after-taste. But he most certainly didn't mind as he deepened the kiss and drew away.
That was the moment she saw the difference in what she thought dominance was about. Being rough and leaving no room for refusal was nothing more than bullying while Elio added respect, consideration and an encouragement to stop him if she deemed fit. He might not have brought the best out in her through those actions, but he most certainly did the real her.
The one she didn't know she’d been keeping hidden.
"Are you alright, baby girl?" he asked.
"Other than being forever damned, yes."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
She carefully rolled on her side, her hand under her cheek as she looked at Elio. His features were much softer in sleep, almost angelic. His face illuminated by the moonlight that was falling through her window as fresh as a dewdrop, making gentle snuffling noises as he breathed.
He looked peaceful. It was hard to imagine that the same man could be dangerous by day. Carrying a gun, using his fists and harsh words to break people. He was everything that she was not. A monster hidden underneath who’d sold his soul for peace and instead found hell. Born to be brutal, heartless.
He wasn't much different than her parents. Yet Savannah couldn't look at him the same way she now would at them. They left. He was ready to do the same. Run away from any responsibility, live without the rules that the society imposed. The rules that implied that you had to be perfect in every way possible.
Aiden was her brother. Her responsibility. Elio sticking around wouldn't change that. But she understood the need to stay away. People in their twenties usually didn't do well with being restricted by any means or standards. It was the time to live life to the fullest. The way they wanted to. Which she had been denied.
Being a part of the Famiglia must have surely come with many horrors that she wouldn't even be able to imagine. That awful world that was chosen for him. The one that he so gloriously cherished. She could see the appeal but to become this person he’d had to undergo true torture one way or another. He lived with his demons, just as she lived with hers.
His heart thumped in synch with his slow, shallow breaths. Serenity was plastered across his face as he slept. The only movement was the slight rise and fall of his chest.
"I can feel you staring," he murmured before he opened his eyes.
It was around four in the morning. And it felt as if this hour had become theirs.
He smiled as he moved his thumb across her lips.
"Why didn't you sleep?" His voice was low but with the silence that was surrounding them, it was deafening. And since they were at her place, she started listening in on whether her brother was still sleeping. "Savannah."
She breathed out, thinking of what to answer. She didn't know if she was ready to venture in a deep conversation with Elio. Up until this point, it had been rather a fun time. Not counting the night of Hunter's death. But even then they talk about the past and their experiences.
One thing they knew - they’d both survived their own personal hell.
"I was thinking about my parents and about you."
His hand moved to her cheek, stroking it.
"You never told me what happened to them. Why you're the only one to raise Aiden," he realized.
She sat up. This conversation wasn't something she could handle while looking Elio in the
