I wasn’t afraid of him. Not physically. I was raised around men who were considered monsters to the outside world. No, it was never what he could do to my skin or my bones. It was whatthisman could do to my heart.
The dress fell to the floor without a sound, but when Saverio pulled me hard to him, our bodies crashed. So did our mouths as we greedily took what we’d been starving for.
Each other.
The whimper that left my mouth vibrated against his tongue as it swirled with mine. His hand was in my hair, tight fisted, pulling me even closer.
“You smell so fucking good,” he murmured as his mouth moved from mine and started to explore the skin on my neck. “Lavender. You smell like lavender.”
My knees buckled when he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked. The feeling went straight between my legs. It seemed to burst in my veins as he laid me down and started to alternately kiss and bite as he made his way down my body.
His breath was warm, drifting over my skin, and when his hand slid over my thigh, I opened up to him.
“Fuck,” he said, eyeing me between the legs with a hunger that made me moan. “Give yourself to me, Mia.”
“Rio,” I barely got out.
“That’s notyes.”
“Yes,” I whispered, as his tongue started to pleasure me in a place only he knew.
He was the only man I’d ever been with. On my twenty-first birthday, during a trip to Fiji to celebrate with his sister and some family, he’d met me there. I couldn’t deny the magnetism between us anymore. I’d given in then, and for the first time. I always knew it would be him. No one else ever came close to making me feel what he did.
Besides, the warning he left me with when I was fifteen was never far.
“No one touches you but me,” he’d said, and there was nothing pleasant about the set of his face or the words. They sounded more like an ominous promise.
It was a good thing I never wanted anyone but him to touch me. There was no doubt those men would be dead if I’d allowed it.
His pace picked up, his tongue magic. The noises from my mouth were so loud that they echoed around the room. I should have been worried that one of the men would hear and come charging in, but nothing else mattered. He was working me so hard and so good that I was climbing to that highest point. My heart was about to burst.
I cried out something unintelligible as my entire body convulsed, my thighs clamping around his head as an orgasm ripped through me. I hadn’t even caught my breath when his tongue started to explore again. He licked each of my thighs clean, then ran his tongue up, up, up, until our mouths connected in a kiss that stole my breath again. It quieted the noise my mouth made when he entered me in a move that stretched me beyond my means.
He was a big man, and what he had below the belt matched. And he knew how to use what he had.
“Relax, Mia,” he barely got out in Italian. “Relax, baby.” His eyes were shut tight, and he stilled in me, giving me a second to catch my breath and get accustomed to the intrusion.
He took my hands in his and set them next to my head. When I looked to the left, I saw the wolf tattoo on his hand. When I looked to the right, the lion. I was surrounded by who he was. All he stood for.
My eyes slowly opened, and I found him staring down at me. Maybe he felt the change in me because he said, “That’s it, Mia,” before he started to move inside of me.
“Oh God,” I whimpered.
He was heaven and hell at the same time. He was the most delicious pull and the worst push. I couldn’t move away from him if I tried. He was so far inside of me that there was no hiding.
“You never could,” he said, answering like he’d heard me. He groaned, deep and low in his throat. “I’d never allow you to.”
“Please,” I said, my breath shallow, my heart pounding. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what?”
“Don’t ever stop fucking me,” I said. “You feelso, sogood.”
He was still stretching me, his thrusts sending so much pleasure surging through my body that it made me dizzy. He stopped, moving even slower, before he came back even harder. He hit something that made me cry out, my nails sinking deep into his skin.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice rough. “That’s it. Make me bleed. Scar me. Show the world what you do to me every time you deny me.”
“I’ve already done that, haven’t I?” Our eyes connected in a crash. He knew what I meant.
