“What are you doing?” I ask.
He smirks at me. “Do you have a problem?”
“Um, yes. I do, actually. That isn’t exactly sanitary, for one. Secondly, it’s just weird. And thirdly, you already have my panties, for crying out loud.”
His lips rise, turning his expression into a full smile that’s achingly beautiful. “That piece of cloth is a momento of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life and if I want to keep it, jack off with it, or do anything else, I fucking will.” He leans over the table, caging me in by placing his hands on either side of my shoulders. “The same goes for your underwear.”
“Okay,” I squeak.
He chuckles softly, causing my lungs to collapse and my heart stutter in my chest. I wish I could hear him laugh more often. It takes away some of the bleakness in his silver gaze, making it more iridescent.
Tristano offers me his hand and I clench my teeth against the newfound tenderness as he helps me off the table, but I still wince. His mouth pulls into a frown, right before he lifts me into his arms.
I clutch the material of his shirt in fear of falling, which is pointless because he has a secure hold on me. So I wrap my arms around his neck and look up at Tristano to thank him for carrying me. However, he’s not looking at me. I follow his line of sight to the tiny red stain on the table cloth.
And nearly shrivel from embarrassment.
“Don’t you dare put the tablecloth in your pocket too,” I hiss in his ear.
Tristano’s laughter rings out and it’s the most glorious, yet sensual sound I’ve ever heard. He laughs so hard I’m jostled in his embrace and I tighten my grip on him, just in case.
“Violetta, I’ve never met anyone like you.”
I hmph, blowing out an exasperated breath. “I bet.”
He nuzzles my jawline with the tip of his nose and then kisses the sensitive spot just behind my ear, sending electrical currents throughout my body. “Nevereverchange,” he whispers.
Needless to say, my emotions are high because of my birthday celebration, losing my virginity, and the tender moments that transpired between Tristano and myself. So when my eyes sting with tears I’m not surprised. I remain silent, unsure if I can keep my composure while answering him.
When I nod—because that’s all I can manage—he turns to walk away from the patio. “Wait!” I say, nearly shrieking. “We can’t just leave that stain there for people to see, for fuck’s sake!”
Tristano’s lips twitch with suppressed laughter and I glare at him. He gives me a look that’s meant to be contrite but isn’t, and then returns to the table. “Take the red wine and dump it on the tablecloth.” After I do he kisses my temple. “Better now?”
My response is to glare in his direction although I’m not truly angry. “Unlikesomepeople, I don’t have the confidence to leave behind evidence of my first sexual interlude for everyone to see, soforgivemefor trying to cover it up.”
“I think that’s best left for Father Diego. Be sure to confess your sinful nature to him first thing in the morning.”
I gasp, and then before I’ve thought it through, I smack Tristano’s shoulder. “Are you out of your mind?!” The brightness of his gaze is dazzling and filled with mirth, which quickly melts my shock and indignation. My face scrunches from my confused expression. “And why tomorrow?”
Tristano gives me a look that’s pure sin and my sex clenches. “Because I’m going to fuck you again tonight, perhaps several times, and it’s not logical for you to confess untilafterwe’ve finished indulging our sinful natures.”
He winks at me and I sigh.
Forget him being an angel; I’ve fallen in love with Lucifer himself.
Tristano
Icould’ve fucked Violetta all night long.
And I would’ve, if I wasn’t concerned about her physically.
As is, I’ve put her body through a lot and although she’s offered no objections, I know I can’t continue, for her sake. To say she surprised me by wanting more is an understatement. The woman is insatiable and I don’t mean for just sex. Violetta wants the roughness and the pain as much as she wants the tenderness and pleasure. It’s a heady mix I’ve always desired but was unable to fulfill.
In Violetta I’ve found satisfaction I didn’t think possible.
However, the problem is my hunger for her is growing, and at an exponential rate. I told myself if I had copious amounts of sex with her, then she’d want to be rid of me and I would eventually get bored with her. Yet, every time I’m inside her…I can’t stand the thought it’s going to be the last time.
And if my mind hints at the idea of her moving on? I’m ready to fucking murder someone.
