My heart melts for him all over again as I tell him I’ll need a little time to think that over.
We’re both bone-tired from days of action and worry with little to no sleep but, when we reach our suite at last, we find that sleep is not our first priority. He loves me and I love him and our bodies come alive with the burning passion we’ve had to set aside for other things.
“Yes, like that,” he husks, his hands roaming over my back, my breasts, my thighs. I need them everywhere. “A handful of days without you is still too long, Caterina. Widen your hips for me.”
“Are you sure this is alright?” I gasp between kisses.
“I’m certain.” He leans forward to lick a nipple, making me moan. “I love you.”
“And, I love you but you usually take control.”
“I like watching you ride me, and I’ve been awake for three days, baby,” he adds, chuckling. “I’ll be in control next time.” But his strong hands grip my hips, and he grinds my center over hishard cock. He never fully relinquishes control. And I love that. “Use your hand to guide me inside now.”
My face warms and, reaching between my legs, I grasp his length. Feeling his hot tip at my entrance, I shudder as my husband’s blue eyes turn to dark sapphire pools of lust. His grip on my waist tightens, wanting to drag me down.
Right before I surrender, a flash of memory has me pushing down on his chest, resisting. “Wait. There’s something we must settle first. I called you last week and-”
“She was a housekeeper at the hotel,” he says in a rush. “I just paid her to answer my phone and say I was busy. I swear to you, Caterina, I never touched her or any other woman, and I won't. Not ever.” Even if he wasn’t swearing to me on his tattoo, I know I’d believe him.
I bite at my bottom lip, unable to hide my hurt. “You did that to wound me because of my betrayal.”
His eyes are full of anguish as he gently caresses my hip, his lust no longer dominating his thoughts and actions when he murmurs, “I did that because I’m an asshole. I regretted it as soon as it was done. No matter what you knew or didn’t know about Sofia running away, you didn’t deserve that.”
I give him a stern look of warning. “If you do something to make me think you cheated again, I’ll bring my little knife back to our bed.”
He’s trying not to crack a smile, despite sensing the teasing tone under my words. “I’d deserve that and more. I am sorry. Can you forgive me?”
“You saved me. Again. You love me. How could my heart not forgive you?” Full of affection for him, I sink down to snuggle against his muscled chest. He holds me close but soon his hips start to slowly buck beneath me. “You have a one-track mind, husband,” I playfully scold him.
“Only when it comes to you. Caterina…”
“Your stitches...”
“My shoulder is fine.”
“How can it be fine when it’s bleeding all over the pillowcase?”
He smirks up at me, unbothered by the blood weeping from his wound. “This isn’t the first time we’ve made bloody sheets since we married, is it?” I scowl but it doesn’t deter him. “Caterina, if you don’t fuck me in the next three seconds, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
Laughing, I lean down to kiss him again but the kiss stretches on until...
“Your three seconds are up.”
“Alessi-OH!”I cry when he forcefully thrusts his hips upward, impaling me with his cock since I was too slow sliding down it.
“Did that hurt?” he murmurs, stroking my side and suddenly remorseful.
I narrow my eyes at him, pretending it does. “It hurt this much.” I give one of his nipples a firm twist. Now, he’s the one shaking with laughter.
“You can torture me all you wish.”
Oh, I will. Riding him slowly, I keep us both hovering on the brink for far longer than I’ve previously tried to last. I think I’m torturing myself just as much, honestly. It’s so good, setting the pace and finding the right angle, my body alive with him under me, and I don’t want it to end even as my first climax pulls me under.
My orgasm is still pulsing through me when I’m ready for the next… and ready for my husband to find his own release. “Now, I want you to fuck me,” I say, flashing a wicked smile.
His intense gaze sharpens. He pulls out, dipping down between my thighs to lick me with the desperation of a starving man. “Sweet and all mine,” he rasps before lifting one of my thighs straight up. He rises to his knees, kissing my ankle and pressing down on my clit. Thrashing and moaning fromthe sensation, I quickly obey when he tells me to grab the headboard. He grasps my hips hard, spreading me open and, in one swift move, he slams into me, immediately setting a pounding pace. I relish the hint of pain mixed with pleasure, loving how fiercely he takes me.
But, the frenzied activity soon has his wound weeping blood again. Rather than growing fretful, a strange curiosity has me letting go of the headboard to catch a drop running down his bicep. I lick it off my finger, tasting Alessio’s blood for the first time. My nose scrunches up, not liking the metallic flavor, but that doesn’t appear to bother Alessio.“Fuck!”
