He’s the dangerous kind of beautiful—the one that ends in heartbreak and ruins me for everyone else.
Warm amber eyes framed by dark lashes. A strong, sculpted jaw. Prominent cheekbones. Lips that are downright sinful. They’re the features that haunt me in my dreams and waking hours—the composition of a man I’ve tried so hard to forget.
I realize now, it was always an impossible task.
My eyes carve a path down the column of his neck, exploring the inked canvas of his skin. There are so many intricate details, I could study them for hours.
His entire body is a work of art. A solid mass of muscle, flesh, and bone—as devastating as it is lethal.
My gaze drifts over his ridged abs, tracing that faint dusting of dark hair that leads to his cock. He’s so hard it looks painful, and I can’t help wondering how he ever fit that inside me. But right now, there’s nothing I want more.
“Had your fill?” Gravel edges his voice.
I bite my lip and nod. “For now.”
He tosses the covers back on one side of the bed, then lifts me up and drapes me over the sheet so my head rests against his pillow.
For a moment, he just stands there like it’s hitting him all over again.
I’m in his bed.
We’re both naked.
And soon, he’ll be inside me without any barriers to shield us from the intimacy of the moment.
My pulse quickens as the bed dips beneath his weight, and he lowers his body over mine, settling his hips between my thighs.
For a long stretch, he stares at me like he’s memorizing every detail of my face, though I’m certain he already has.
It doesn’t feel awkward to hold his gaze, and truthfully, I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from him. I imagined this moment for so long, and now that I’m in it, I never want it to end.
He leans closer, the warmth of his body penetrating mine as he buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. A low groan vibrates in his throat, and I feel it between my thighs. But now that he has me naked, he seems to be in no rush.
His lips ghost over my skin, bathing me in slow, reverent kisses. I think if I let him, he could do this all day. But I’m aching for him, desperate to feel him inside me, and I need him to know it.
“Romeo.” My fingers slide over the base of his neck, clinging to him as my nipples scrape against his chest. “Please.”
He lets out a deep, feral growl of satisfaction as his lips brush against my ear.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
He grinds his cock between my thighs, leaving no question that I’m soaked for him.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Non sai quello che mi fai.”
I moan at the sound of Italian rolling off his tongue, too caught up in the moment to register what it means. There isn’t time to think about it as he reaches down and guides his cock to my entrance.
He lifts his gaze to mine, holding it as he eases into me. My body stretches to accommodate him, and that feeling of pressure and fullness wrenches another broken sound from my throat.
Heat smolders in the depths of his eyes, and his lips part as the intensity of the moment grips us both.
Romeo Vitale is inside me.
My body sinks into the bed as I relax around him, completely his for the taking.
His fingers glide through my hair, cradling the back of my head as his lips settle over mine. He kisses me deep and slow as we come together, electricity humming through every nerve ending.
