“Womanto me.”
My mouth took hers in a punishing kiss before I thrust deep inside of her again, the noises she made all fucking mine. Herficawas milking my cock to fucking madness in the deepest parts of my sanity. It felt as if it would tear through my skin—my cock had never been so hard.
Our tongues swirled in the open air. I held her face in my hand, forcing her lowered eyes to meet mine. “You aremyworld. You are the only woman who has ever satisfied me. You are the only woman who can keep me hungry. You. You, Aria Amora Bella Fausti, are every desire, every satisfaction, everythingto me.”
My pace and thrusts were punishing, to no one more than myself.
I would cut my heart out and bleed at this woman’s feet for her love.
Because it was mine.
Mine.
“Tell me,” I growled out, tearing open my chest to her, flooding her with the cold feeling of pleasing for duty and not for the act of love, “tell me,in truth, are you enough.”
She cried out, but that was not what I demanded of her. I demanded that she respond to all that I was allowing her to feel so she could spin it into her own feeling of it. I was purposely keeping myself from her, while flooding her system.
My hand came to her throat, but I did not exert pressure. Her body responded to the rough play, herficasaturating my cock with slick warmth, but it was not until she met my eyes that she whimpered.
“Tell me.” I thrust harder.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I thrust even harder, going even deeper, and she made a sound like she was giving in.
“Yes!” she shouted.
“Tell me.” My hips pulsed up, my cock buried so deep inside of her, she could not fade away from me or my truth. “You are enough for me for how long, my wife.”
“Forever! Oh God,” she cried out. “Forever! I’m enough for you for forever!”
“Tell me, who does this body belong to.” I stilled, breathing in her released breaths.
“Me.” She groaned.
“And who does this body belong to.” I pumped my hips up, and she lost her breath, her nails clawing my skin, demanding I keep moving, freeing her from the intensity between us.
I stilled again.
“You. All. You.You…” The sound that ripped through her chest reflected the sound of my skin tearing apart from my chest when a knife had come close to nicking my heart.
Mylove.
Mylove had made a mark on her, down below marrow, and here it had burrowed inside of her soul. This was wheremytruth would live for all eternity. She was responding to it.
“Please!I can’t…Oh God… I love you.” She kissed me, her tongue frantic in my mouth. “I love you. I love you so much. My heart’s about to explode.”
Herlove was my undoing.
We moved together as the friction between our bodies seemed to be causing the smoke around us, and as I felt her body bow to mine, mine bowed to hers, and we came together at the same time in an explosion that felt like it might have rocked the stone around us.
Nothing felt real.
The world spun.
I may have had other lovers, but I could not even remembernames, faces, places—only the cold emptiness of unfeeling. My cock might have worked, but my heart had not.
This woman.
