“Childish is what you said,” I said.
“Childish then,” she sighed. “But we’re veering off. I’m trying to explain. I belong to you—even when I don’t want to. I’ve thought about strangling you a time or two, but never divorce.” She turned over, squishing her body against mine. “Ooh!” She shivered. “You feel like ice!”
“The suitcase,” I said.
“What did you go outside in?”
“The towel.”
“That’s it?”
“The empty suitcase is not the point, Scarlett.”
“All right,” she said, making sure I was fully covered with blankets, wrapping her entire body around mine. I couldn’t tell which limbs were hers or mine. “Tell me what is.”
I looked down at her, and her eyes slowly moved up to meet mine.
“Don’t do that to me again.”
I wasn’t sure what had caused it—the look on my face or the tone of my voice, but her eyes turned ruminative and her mouth parted.
She gasped when I flipped her over, pinned her arms above her head, and used my knee to spread her legs.
“Ooh!” She squirmed. “You’re still so cold!”
“You’ll warm me up.” I didn’t even feel the cold; my inside temperature ran hot, and it was just a matter of time before I warmed up on the outside too. Seconds, at this point.
“Oh? Is that what I’m going to do?” Her tongue slowly traced the shape of her lips.
The usual rose tint glistened red where her tongue had been. I could feel the heat pulsing between her legs, and her silky wetness sliding against my skin.
Then her hand came up, fingers running through my wild hair. “I’ll never do that to you again,mio marito.”
“You won’t,” I said, and plunged into her with one hard stroke.
Her head went back, her hips arched forward, and our mouths swallowed the noises we both made. She was so full that I stilled, giving her time. She pulsed against me like a hot heartbeat.
She started to squirm.
“Still,” I said.
“More,” she breathed, settling her movements. “More, more, more. More of you,mio marito.”
Achingly slow, I moved deeper inside of her, possessing her down to the core. “Look at me, Scarlett.” Just as slowly as I moved, she opened her eyes. “That’s it, my baby.Tieni gli occhi al mio.”Keep your eyes on mine.
Sliding out of my hold, she used soft, cool fingertips to graze along my sides, concentrating on each rib. The noise that came from my throat—something guttural, out of my control—made her sensitive flesh react, and she tensed around me, as constricting as the valve of a heart tightening before it sends out a rush of blood.
I had to hold back, pull out, to stop the overflow. Scalding as the lava that builds inside of a volcano.
“No, no, no,” she begged. Her arms attempted to bring me back home.
I surged forward again, burying myself deep, eliciting a strangled moan from her mouth. I wanted all of her in a way that made a man go fucking insane.
My mouth came over hers to feel the vibration of her pleasure—I was a thief, stealing it all for my own.
She couldn’t hold back any longer; neither could I. Her body was mine, and so was her release.
“Cosabella,” I whispered to her. “MiaScarlett.”
