“Say it,” he commands.
“It’s always been yours.”
Another low, deep groan fills the space between us as he pushes a little further. I don’t even feel how much tension has crept back into my body until he coaxes it out of me with the steady pressure of his hands. His large palms sweep over my shoulders and down my sides, cupping my ass as he takes another inch of me.
“Breathe.” He directs me.
“I am,” I choke out. God, he’s only halfway in. A quarter, maybe. I’m not sure.
“You can take all of it,cara. You will.”
He kisses me slow and deep, the taste of him soaking into my veins. Everything dissolves until all that exists is this moment. Soon, I feel him sliding back and forth. Inch by inch, he buries himself inside me, and a slow-burning flame of desire licks up my spine.
He fills my lungs with his exhalations and swallows every sound of pleasure from my mouth. When he finally gives me as much of him as I can take, all that’s left is bliss.
His palms squeeze against my ass, lifting me off the table and shifting me so I feel every throbbing inch of him. I anchor my palms against his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he drags me down the length of his cock. When he hits the perfect spot deep inside me, an explosive current of pleasure radiates through my entire body.
My head falls back and I cry out, choking on the sound as I remember the witnesses outside the castle wall.
“Don’t hide it,” he grits out. “I want to hear all of it.”
He thrusts into me, over and over, giving me no choice. Every sound rips from my throat on a ragged breath as the pressure in my body rises.
“Who does this belong to?” he demands.
“You.”
“Who has it always belonged to?”
“You.”
“Così, brava,” he praises me. “Now what else?”
My fingers bite into his shoulders as his earlier question comes back to haunt me. Somehow, I knew I wouldn’t get out of answering.
Life or death, who would it be?
Deep down, I already know who I’d choose, but I don’t want to give voice to it. It isn’t fair. But Angelo doesn’t play fair.
He fucks me harder, punishing me with his grip and edging me closer to insanity.
“Who, Abella?”
He thrusts so hard I scream, temperature rising as my pleasure swells. Every muscle in my body trembles. I’m so close to the most explosive orgasm of my life, and all that stands in my way is one little word.
I try to think, to find reason, to wonder what it all means. But I’m hovering at my breaking point, and he knows it.
“Give me a name.” The words hiss between his teeth.
“You!” I yell. “I’d choose you.”
He wrenches my head to the side, a visceral growl of satisfaction rumbling against my ear. “Such a good fucking girl. Now come all over my cock.”
He drops me onto the table and arches me back, his shirt rubbing my bare skin as he hammers into me. My heart pounds against my chest, and my body bows so hard it feels like I’m going to snap. At the same time, broken breaths fall from his lips as every muscle in his body draws tighter.
He needs this as much as I do.
The masculine sound he makes is what sends me spiraling out of control and straight into the abyss of oblivion. Violent spasms rack my body as electricity sparks through every nerve, sending waves of pleasure all the way down to my toes.
