He scooped me into his arms and held me close as he moved to the bedroom. I took advantage of the position to take a taste of my own. His skin was salty and warm. I sucked on the muscles that flexed from his neck into his shoulder, licking and even biting the inked skin. I sucked harder, determined to leave my own mark there, if only for a few days before the hickey faded.
“Out!” he barked.
A yowl protested, but the door closed a moment later, plunging us into darkness and privacy.
Vincenzo tore me away, my mouth making a pop, and he tossed me on the bed. I scrambled onto my elbows, searching the sudden pitch for his shape.
A light blinked on from the bathroom, the door propped open a few inches to cast a shaft of yellow light across the bed.
Thunder cracked across the space, his words a deep, rumbling bass. “If you knew what you look like to me right now, you’d never doubt my devotion again.”
I shivered.
The mattress dipped with his weight. Vincenzo prowled over me, his breathing as stilted and ragged as mine. His mouth found mine again, and he kissed me hard and without mercy as his body pinned me to the bed. I felt the desperation roiling through him. It met my own, like a current, feeding into me and rushing back out to fuel his again.
He broke the kiss, mouth moving to my ear. “Take me.”
There was no hesitation. I reached for his cock, stroking the steel length once—twice. He groaned, a husky, male sound of anguish. It made my nipples harden to the point of pain. I couldn’t stand the ache between my legs any longer.
I gave us both mercy.
As I slid my hand to the base, Vincenzo flexed his hips, moving his body over mine. He was hard, so hard. He was ready to snap, but held himself back for me.
“I did this to you,” I hissed.
Rubbing the tip in a slow circle around my clit, giving him a taste of my wetness, I added, “And you did this to me.”
“Mandy,” he prayed, voice cracking with pain.
I tipped my hips up and pressed him against my entrance. With a brutal thrust, he pushed inside. My body welcomed him, stretching at the invasion. I grasped his sides, holding on as he pulled back only to sink deeper.
Groaning, I tugged him closer. My legs looped over the small of his back as he started to pump into me without restraint.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I confessed, letting the ache show in my voice.
Vincenzo grunted, thrusting harder and stretching me open. I loved the way he filled me. The way we fit perfectly. We were made for one another.
“I shouldn’t crave you like this.” His body slammed into mine, sending ripples of pleasure racing through me. “I shouldn’t need your nearness just to breathe. But here we are.”
I whimpered and writhed against him. It was true. That was exactly what I felt. The distance, the heartbreak, the soul-crushing loss—none of it mattered. We were together again.
One brutal palm pressed between our bodies, closing over my breast. He gave it a rough squeeze, making my muscles clench tighter around his cock.
“It’s always been you,” I breathed.
“You’ll never find this in another man,” he promised.
I didn’t have to think twice. I shook my head vehemently. “I never have.”
“And I’ll never give you the chance to try again,” he swore and pinched my nipple.
I moved my head to the side and found his mouth. I kissed him with a frightening hunger, my mouth giving him no mercy.
Vincenzo held me tight, breath coming in hard rasps as he fucked hard. The release was right there, building with a desperation so powerful I thought I would break.
Without warning, he slid his arms under my body, and in one smooth move, without breaking contact, he rolled us over. I braced my palms on his chest as his hands landed on my hips and continued to fuck me from below.
His eyes blazed as he watched me.
