He covers my mouth with his and kisses me hard. I feel cold, hard metal against my skin, and I freeze.
But then I realize he’s cutting the ropesoff my arms, freeing them so I can wrap them around his neck and bury my fingers in his hair.
“Mine,” he says again.
“Yours.”
He’s moving like a crazed man, his blue eyes feral as he pumps in and out of me until I can’t resist another orgasm that moves through me.
“Yes, baby,” he groans and rests his open mouth against my neck as he follows me over the edge. “Fuuuuuuck.”
His hips jerk, and I feel the heat of his release bathing the inside of me.
He bites me over my pulse point, then his hands are under my ass and he’s lifting me once more, still inside me, carrying me out of the den and up the stairs.
“I need you in our bed,” he murmurs against my mouth. “What’s your color?”
“Pink,” I say with a little smile, and he frowns down at me as he lays me carefully in the middle of the mattress and hovers over me, his elbows on either side of my head, his pelvis nestled against mine, and his cock still buried so deep, I would swear I can feel him in my throat.
“That’s not one of the options,” he says, brushing his nose over mine gently. The intense, almost angry man from earlier is gone, and now he’s gentler.
More tender.
And I love both sides of him.
I don’t care that he runs an organized crime syndicate, or that he kills people, or any of the shitty things he does.
Because he’sso goodto me.
“Why pink, firefly?”
“Because I love you.” I kiss his chin when he goes absolutely still. “And if I said red, you’d pull away.”
He doesn’t move.
He doesn’tbreathe.
“Rome?”
His eyes haven’t moved from mine. His hands are in my hair. Every ink-covered muscle is tight.
“Say it again.” It’s the faintest whisper, barely uttered through his lips.
I drag my hands up his sides, over his chest, to his face.
“I’m so completely in love with you that I physically ache with it.”
His eyes close, and he lowers his forehead to mine. His hips pull back, and then he’s moving inside me again, but in sweet, slow strokes that make my throat close with emotion.
“I love you so much, firefly.” He brushes his lips over mine. “So fucking much.”
He holds me gently as he makes love to me. His kisses are reverent as if he’s drinking in every bit of this moment so he can look at it later.
How could I not love him?
“You are everything,” he breathes.
God.I cling to him as the orgasm moves through me. I’ve never experienced anything like tonight. The ropes, the mirror, his intensity. He’s so hard and ruthless witheveryone else, but shows me his softer side. His tender side.
