My hips matched the intense tempo of his tongue, and I had no idea what language I was speaking in, but he seemed to understand. He bit my overly sensitive nub, sucked on it, then bit it again, and I made an, “Ah! Ah! Ah!,” noise as my body snapped and all of that concentrated pleasure rushed through my veins.
My head spun after. Worse than it had ever spun when I had the concussion. Stars danced behind my eyes, my lungs burned, and sweat coated my body.
And when I was finally able to open my eyes, there was that stunning sea view that almost seemed unreal: Rocco Fausti’s eyes staring into mine. I hadn’t even heard him move or felt the dip in the bed when he slipped in next to me. He pulled me close, soclose, I could hear the frantic beat of his heart, and I felt his seed slide against my leg when his hot cock touched it. Running my fingertips up and down his chest, my touch moved lower and lower. When I took him in my hand, hardly able to close my fist around him, he jerked, like I had shocked him, and his hips pulsed into my grip. He made a strangled noise as I started to move my fist up and down, using his own wetness to glide over it.
The noises he made were causing me to make my own.
Why did this makemefeel so powerful?
My hand stilled on the tip of him, my thumb exploring the shape of him. He was swollen, so swollen, veins snaked around his hardness.
“Amora,” he groaned out. I thought he was about to spill himself, free himself, but he took my wrists in his hands and pinned them on each side of my face. His eyes concentrated on mine, and mine were consumed by his. Our chests were heaving so hard, it almost seemed like they were pounding against each other’s—a drum and its beat.
“Rocco,” I whispered.
“I have never experienced anything like this,” he said, his accent even heavier. “It is wild. There are no laws for me to follow.”
“None,” I breathed. “Except for one.”
His eyes studied mine as if they were studying for the test of a lifetime, and he refused to fail.
“You are mine.Onlymine.”
This man had more options than the average male. The entire world at his feet. Not only was he so gorgeous that it was almost impossible to take my eyes away from him, but he was also rich and powerful—dangerous to an unnatural degree. It radiated around him like rays from the sun. He might kill me if he denied me this, but I refused to settle for anything less than all of him. Nonna had imparted on me a sense of self-worth, and how, in a world that will attempt to change me at every turn, I wouldn’t settle for anything less than my heart desired.
Rocco Fausti was who my heart desired.
He released me in awhooshof air, like that was the only way he could let me go, and sat up, his long powerful legs on the side of the bed, his head in his hands.
“There could never be another you,” he whispered. “I did not think you even existed. You were—are—a fantasy, and fantasizing about you does not compare to holding you in my arms. There is no comparison. I could not live without you now.” He turned to look at me, then, closing his eyes, leaning in close, breathing me in, he kissed me on my forehead. “I will never touch another out of want. Out of desperation. The sum of me has come together, at last, and made the ruling.”
I closed my eyes to the feel of him moving away from me after. He was heading toward the bathroom before going for his clothes.
“I must leave for a while.” He stood in the doorway.
“Will you be long?”
“No. I would not be able to survive it otherwise.”
I nodded, looking down at my nails, as if one of them suddenly had a new growth on it.
“Amora,” he called.
My eyes lifted to meet his.
“Tell me.” Two words, and I sang like a canary.
“What about me?” I whispered. “Only you for me?”
A slow grin lifted his lips, giving me a glimpse of his perfect teeth, but there wasn’t anything jovial about it. It was the exact opposite. Terrifying. “Let another male try,” he said.
With that protective threat lingering around me, sending a shiver through me, he left.
Chapter 20
Test of Time
Maybe I would have noticed them before, but I had been too wrapped up in the story, in my own mind and heart, to really notice before.
