As he once again places me in a passion-induced coma, I have an incredible need for him to move.
I swear the man can read my thoughts, because he slowly pulls out, allowing me to feel every glorious inch of his hard cock.
When Christiano pushes back inside me, I only feel a pinch, but it’s quickly drowned out by pleasure as his pelvis rubs hard against my clit.
“Oh God,” I gasp into his mouth, my hands finding his back. I revel in the feel of his hot skin and muscles beneath my fingertips, and I quickly get drunk from touching him.
Once again, he loses all control, and while he begins to kiss me with hungry strokes of his tongue, he fills me with powerful thrusts.
My body keeps jerking against his, and it creates an inferno of heat between us.
Every time he hammers into me, my abdomen clenches.
Suddenly, he pushes his torso up, and dragging his hand down between my breasts, I watch as he relishes touching me.
His voice is hoarse as he groans, “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
Christiano locks eyes with me while keeping the pace relentlessly hard and fast. My breasts bounce, and my skin grows slick with sweat as the tightening in my abdomen tenses and tenses.
My lips part, and I tilt my head when I reach the point where I can’t handle it anymore. “Christiano.” His name is nothing more than a plea.
I watch as his expression turns possessive, then he pushes a hand down between us, and the moment he rubs my clit, ecstasy explodes through me.
For a blessed moment, I feel nothing but the pleasure Christiano is giving me.
There’s no panic. No fear. No desperate need to hide from the world.
There’s only the man I love, and how incredibly good it feels as he fucks me.
As I’m carried to the high heavens on a cloud of satisfaction and bone-melting euphoria, his body shudders as he fills me with two more thrusts before stilling deep inside me.
The groan rumbling from his chest as he orgasms sounds downright predatory. “Fuck, baby,” he hisses as he plunges inside me again. “See how much your pussy needed me?”
Ripples of ecstasy scatter through my body from his filthy words, and it feels as if he’s massaging my sensitive opening with his cock, which makes me experience a different kind of pleasure.
Another groan rumbles from him. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I needed you.”
As I come down from my high, Christiano’s hand rubs up and down my front, giving me the impression he doesn’t plan on stopping.
Ducking his head, his lips close around my breast again, and when he sucks, there’s a zap of electricity all the way to my clit. I clench involuntarily around his cock, and it makes a grin tug at his lips as his teeth work my nipple into a stiff peak.
He frees my breast before licking his way up to my mouth. “All. Fucking. Mine.” His eyes flick to mine, and when I see the possessiveness in his gaze, I know with absolute certainty there won’t be any stopping him.
While he was working the past few months, I’ve been obsessively thinking about what he said. I already knew there would be no changing his mind, but as I stare up at him, it really sinks in that I can’t fight Christiano.
Just like I couldn’t stop us from having sex, I won’t be able to stop him from marrying me because I have zero control where this man is concerned.
Panic shoots through me, and I push as hard as I can against his chest, while snapping, “Get off me!”
He pulls out of me, his expression instantly turning dark and thunderous as he rolls onto his back.
I scoot off the bed and run to the bathroom. I make sure to lock the door behind me, and while Christiano’s release trickles down the inside of my thighs, I open the cabinet and grab a Xanax. Shoving it into my mouth, I swallow hard to get the medication down.
God.
All the thoughts and emotions that were silenced by the passion return like a tsunami, and I quickly cover my mouth with both my hands to smother the sounds of my panicked gasps.
No! How could I get so lost in him?
