The wildfire of her eyes was undeniable.
I did exactly that, thrusting the entire length of my cock inside. Her moans turned into a sharp scream, and she clawed at my arms, raking her sharp nails across my skin.
And I loved it.
Being marked by her would be a fucking honor.
Catherine squeezed her thighs against me, keeping me close. I rolled onto the balls of my feet. The change in the angle brought a crazed look in her eyes. The way her pussy clamped around my dick was incredible, pulling the darkness to the surface.
We rocked together, pushing each other’s boundaries. Every sound she made kept me pushing harder, taking her deeper.
We rattled the mirror. We filled the room with steam. We couldn’t get enough.
It would never be enough.
My cock ached, my balls throbbing. She tossed her head from side to side, her breathing coming in short pants. I could tell she was close.
“Come for me, my angel. Don’t make me wait.”
With her eyes not dilated, she obeyed my command, her body convulsing. Her long eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks and the lovely smile on her face was a picture of pure beauty.
I rocked hard against her, trying to keep the moment intact, but soon, I needed relief.
There was no holding back.
There never was with her.
With every muscle tenser than before, I erupted deep inside, allowing the sweetness of satisfaction to replace every concept of anger.
If only for a little while.
She was the one woman who’d broken the chains, the only creature on this earth who’d made me feel whole.
Now the future was at stake.
An unwanted war set to begin.
And I feared what we shared wouldn’t survive.
CHAPTER 22
Catherine
A fire.
It was eighty degrees of warm, wet, and humid outside, yet even the fire in the stone fireplace couldn’t keep me warm.
Huddled under a blanket, I tried nursing the drink, but I failed, sucking down two before I knew what I’d done.
It was Monday, or at least I thought it was, but time suddenly had no meaning.
The man I was falling hopelessly in love with stood in front of the fire, able to nurse his drink.
He was tense. We both were. I had no idea what the late breaking news meant or why it had been kept from me.
Other than the obvious.
That Vitelli Russo and his entire family were horrible people.
