Every few minutes, a tremor moves through me.
Sienna shifts and wraps an arm around me while bringing her other hand to my head. When her fingers trail through my hair, I grip her as tightly as I’m able to without hurting her.
My voice is hoarse as I admit, “I’m struggling to decompress.”
I’m surprised when she asks, “What can I do to help?”
I press a kiss to her skin, then lifting my head, I let my lips brush over the line of her jaw.
Her head jerks back, and it has me begging, “Please, Sienna.”
When I lean in again, she keeps still, and the moment our mouths touch, the noise in my head quiets down.
Just like last time, I only have to scrape my teeth over her bottom lip for her to open. As my tongue brushes against hers, an intense shudder spreads through me.
I push Sienna onto her back and cover her body with mine. Having her beneath me is fucking heavenly, and as I devour her mouth, the tension from having to be strong all the time begins to ease.
“Christ,” I groan, devouring her mouth while dominating her tongue with hard strokes of mine.
Sienna kisses me with the same passion I have for her, and when my hand moves up her side and covers her right breast, she doesn’t stop me.
She’s never allowed me to go further than this because she wanted to be engaged before sleeping with me.
I try to keep it in mind, but then she arches her back, pushing her breast harder into my palm.
My respect for Sienna wars with the incredible need she creates in me. Even though she ended things between us, I’ve been faithful. The last time I had sex was right after my twenty-first birthday. That’s when I realized I only want one woman. Sienna Vitale.
Spilling blood took some of the edge off, but having her beneath me, kissing her, touching her, it pushes me right fucking over.
Desperate to feel more of her, I shove my hand beneath her pajama top before covering her breast again.
Fuck, her skin is so soft, and she fills my palm perfectly.
I need her desperately, an overpowering urgency building in me while my mouth completely dominates hers.
Christ.
All the murder and mayhem in my life falls away. There’s only Sienna, the woman I want more than anything on this godforsaken planet.
Yeah, there’s no fucking way I’m letting her postpone things between us any longer.
Chapter 13
Sienna
Even though alarm bells sound vaguely in the distance, I can’t form a coherent thought as Christiano steals my breath with a kiss that strips me of the ability to resist him.
All I can smell is a dark blend of violence and leather laced with a hint of spice.
All I can feel is his weight, and it makes me feel safer than I’ve felt in a really long while.
And then there’s the desire, so intense and overpowering, I don’t stand a chance as his strong fingers massage my breast and tweak my nipple.
Jesus.
I gasp right before a moan slips free.
Christiano breaks the kiss, and pushing his body up until he’s straddling me, he grabs hold of my cami and rips the silk fabric right down the middle.
