He smiled wider and dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the furrow in her brow. “Head wounds are bleeders. That’s all. It’s not so bad.” He gave the slightest shrug. “Well, I might be missing a piece of ear now. I’ll have the doc take a look later.”
Her mouth dropped open.
He tucked a hand at her nape and tugged her tight against him, pressing her head beneath his chin. “It’s okay. I’ll make sure to grow my hair to cover it, so it doesn’t ruin our wedding photos.”
The threatening tears dissolved behind a burst of startling laughter. She was marrying an idiot.
Santino came to a stop at the foot of the bed, drinking in the sight of his peacefully sleeping woman. She’d crashed shortly after they’d tucked in for the night, but that was understandable. And she’d more than earned the respite.
Santino was just glad Ivers hadn’t seemed too worried about infection or scarring from her wounds. They’d both been given a precautionary antibiotic, Reiko’s raw limbs lathered in medicated cream and wrapped carefully, and instructions on keeping their respective bandages fresh. The instructions were very simple—every so many hours, new ointment, new wraps, more pills. What fun.
Well, it was actually about time to change her wraps. And if he had to wake her, anyway….
Santino gently slid the comforter down, his smile widening when her only protest was to flop onto her back with a sleepy groan. He didn’t know how deeply asleep she was in the moment, so there was no guarantee he’d get too far before she woke. The challenge made it that much more thrilling.
The shirt of his that she’d worn to bed was already up around her hips, leaving her legs beautifully bare to his hungry eyes. He wanted to run his lips and tongue along every inch of her flesh, to kiss and touch until she was so worked up that his first tasteof her would be all she needed. But he was also consumed by a ferocious hunger.
So, he crawled onto the mattress, and with the lightest touch, spread her knees until he could fit between her thighs. His fingers danced up her skin, hooked over her panties, and slid those down until her sweet pussy was bare to him.
His mouth fucking watered at the sight.
With one more glance upward, over the slight arch of her spine and spotlights of her pebbled tits, Santino grinned wider to see Reiko was still asleep. He could see her eyes moving behind her eyelids.I’ll give you a good dream to wake up from, baby.
He bowed his head and flattened his whole tongue against her heat, unable to stop himself from groaning low at the taste of her. His grip tightened as her body shuddered with a quiet gasp and he went to work, pushing past her outer lips and remapping her pussy. He teased her entrance, swept up to her clit and played with that until she started rolling against him. Then he dragged his tongue downward again and plunged it as deep as possible inside her.
Her hips rocked against his face as her sleepy groans became sultry moans.
Her thigh brushed against his bandaged ear, but he ignored the flare of pain. Who the fuck cared about pain when they were feasting so well?
Santino rubbed his tongue firmly against a sensitive spot and her stuttering gasp preceded another gush of sweet, addictive nectar.
“S-Santino!”
He’d have smiled if his mouth weren’t so preoccupied. But he didsolove the way her body tensed and shook and fucking melted beneath him in the span of seconds and a breathy moan finally followed. He didn’t let up until he was sure she was close to a proper orgasm, her body wound as tightly as his own.
It had been his intention to eat her out properly, all the way to oblivion. But she was already awake, and his dick was so damn hard it was possibly throbbing more violently than his head.
Santino pushed up to his elbows, licked his lips, and swept his greedy gaze up the length of his beautiful, panting fiancée once again. “How do you want it, beautiful? I’m at your service.”
She made a sound like a frustrated whimper and one of her legs curled tighter against him. “I’m not broken,” she said breathlessly. “Get up here and fuck me until I’m full. And then carry me to the bathroom so we can wash up together.”
He beamed, the force of the instant smile burning through him. “Music to my ears.”
Santino paused only long enough to finish removing her panties, ripped off his own sweatpants, and rejoined her on the bed in seconds. He was a touch gentler with the shirt she wore, but he needed her naked. He needed her flesh against his everywhere he could get it. He was so damn addicted to her.
Her fingers skimmed across his chest as he stretched over her, before her arms finally curved around his back. “Santino,” she whispered.
He smirked and rocked his length through her slick folds, letting his precum mix with her arousal. “That’s right, beautiful. I’m the only one who gets to see you, to touch you, like this.” He pushed her legs wide, notched himself at her entrance, and locked his stare with hers. “You gonna take this dick deep and milk it fucking dry today? Is that what you want?”
She licked her lips and pressed her nails into his skin. “Yes. Today. Tomorrow. Every day until I’m so big I can’t see my feet anymore.”
The image did him in and Santino slammed deep, dropping over her to crush his lips to hers simultaneously. Her choked outcry died somewhere in the back of his throat and he fell into a hard rhythm, grinding against her pelvis every time he sankhome. He took a loose fistful of her hair and vibrated as her nails scraped down his skin, his orgasm already too close.
The kiss broke and he lowered his head to tease the skin along her throat while she caught her breath.
“S-Santino!” Fuck, he loved that pitch in her voice.
He loved her. Period.
