I moved even lower, combining both of my hands to press deep into the flesh of her shoulders and back, hitting mostly bone. She made noises that set me off, and when I got to her behind, I bent even lower and bit her ass cheek, squeezed the other, then licked back up to the base of her neck.
A trail of wetness lingered on her skin from my tongue and more goosebumps rose, puckering as tightly as her nipples.
I felt like a fucking magician.
She turned to face me, still half asleep, but her eyes had taken on a feline look—she was about to pounce like a cat going after a dangling string.
As I fished some more, she watched with slitted eyes, a stillness that belied her quickness, before she decided to move in for the kill.
Resting back on the pillow, I faced her, using my fingertip to trail up and down her hip, barely touching the side of her breast. Her breath caught when I came close to caressing her nipple, but then moved back to her side before I did.
“Tease,” she breathed out, licking and wetting her lips.
Taking her chin in my hand, I used my thumb to stroke her bottom lip. “You’re a constant desire.Stuzzicare. If you were food, I’d be gluttonous. Not able to say no.” Even to my own ears, my voice came out rough.
“As good as cake?” she asked, her eyes brightening at the thought. She must’ve been in the mood for another piece of Eunice’s famous chocolate cake. If you weren’t the first in line, it wassnooze, you lose,as the kids said.
Eunice had been cooking up a storm ever since she arrived with her husband, along with Lola and Tito.
“Even better.” I tucked a long strand of hair that had slipped out from the loose bun behind her ear. “Sei bella come sempre, mia moglie.”You are as beautiful as ever, my wife.
Our eyes held and locked.
She pounced.
Moving over me, she came down and took me deep inside. Lightning seemed to score through me; quick and hot and tight, the electrical current reacting to the slippery wetness inside of her.
We both made a noise that echoed around the room. It rumbled deep in my chest, the thunder following the shock of light.
She rose above me like a goddess, fierce eyes drawn down to mine, her hands pressed against my chest, moving her hips in a way that made me groan and growl, spurring her on.
Lifting my hips, I slammed into her, my hand coming to her hip with a slap before I grasped and held on to both sides. Her hands left my chest, rose above her head, and released the loose bun entirely. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders in wild waves, making her seem feral, like she had just been set free from the restraints of gilded gates.
Hissing out a breath at the sight of her, I came up some, adjusting our position. Enough that I could take her mouth and make it mine. Fisting my hand underneath her hair, close to her neck, I pulled her forward, drinking down the wild cries she made like the elixir of life.
Her pleasure seemed to feed my flesh, blood, and bones. Her sadness could eat them like acid.
Her breasts were perfect, so damn perfect. With each movement, her hard nipples rubbed against my chest, making me moan into her mouth. All the friction made me want to have her twelve fucking different ways at once.
If she was feral, I was absolutely fucking mad.
My hand came between us, cupping her breast, the shape of a perfect, heavy teardrop. My other arm snaked around her, my hand drifting over her ass, following the line up and down, making her move even faster, take me deeper.
I could feel us, the slickness, the heat, the magnetism—the insanity.
I released my hand from her breast, and my mouth took its place. I felt her stomach contract, and she clenched against me.
She responded with a loud mewling cry, feline to her core, and her head tilted back, her mouth parted.
“Brando,” she trembled out, her tongue rolling over the sound of my name, and I slammed into her again.
“Ah!” she came down with her hands against my chest, her fingers digging into my skin.
I hissed out a breath, and our pace became even more intense. My eyes would only lower, refusing to close entirely. I loved watching her shatter, come completely apart, and then somehow be put back together even more beautiful than before.
This demure creature, graceful as clouds, and with the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen, let go of her wings and became my mate, a woman who could keep up with a beast, sometimes coming close to outrunning him. But if I knew one thing for certain—and nothing ever was—she could never lose me.
We were fate and choice.
