Powerful hands circle the back of my thighs, and in the next moment, I’m lifted high, pinned harder against the wall. Wedged so tight, the imprint of his cock against my heated centre is immediate and undeniable.
“Deny you? Absolutely not. But you might wish you’d waited for a better moment that this,me duci,” he says. “Because I cannot guarantee I will be gentle.”
My fingers delve into his hair, gripping the strands tight, then tighter, glorying in his hiss, in the grip that convulses at my waist.
Then moves high over my ribs to cup my breasts.
It’s my turn to gasp and shake as his fingers pinch my nipples, displaying the lack of gentleness he warned me about. But far from being alarmed, my senses screech in delight, my back bowing into his touch.
“Diu miu, you don’t care, do you?”
Staring into eyes black with hunger, I flick out my tongue, slowly lick his bottom lip. “About you not being gentle with me? Not tonight, Gio.”
With a groan, he cups the back of my head, angles his face. And then he’s delving back in too, capturing my mouth in a decadent kiss that’s wet, demanding,consuming. His otherhands continues pinching and tormenting my nipple, drawing gasps and groans he devours as his due.
Between my thighs, I’m shamefully, hopelessly slick. Insanely needy and unable to stop my hips from rolling into his seeking friction to ease the ache.
He mutters more filthy words as he meets my frantic movements, the steel pipe of his erection scaring and thrilling me in equal measure. I whimper in protest when his hand leaves my breast but it’s only so he can shove down the neckline of my dress, yanking it down with my bra so my breasts spill out.
He pulls back to stare down at me, his nostrils flared wide. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Swooping down, he captures one nipple in his mouth, groaning as he draws the diamond-hard nub into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue before he sucks hard.
“Oh God!” The back of my head bumps the hard stone wall but even that slight discomfort only heightens every sensation singing through my veins as I hold his head tighter to me, pleading hoarsely formore more more.
He distributes his attention between both peaks, suckling until it’s sore and I’m dripping between my thighs. The scent of my arousal rises to mix with the dank, abrasive smells from our disturbing surroundings.
“I smell you, andChristo, you wreck my head so good.”
“Gio…please.” I’m not sure what I’m even begging for, but when his hands slide beneath my dress, between my bottom and the wall and I feel the hard tug of my panties being ripped off, I cry out in delight. One hand emerges with my tattered garment in his fist, a feral smile on his face as he lifts it to his nose to inhale long and deep, his manic eyes boring into mine before he stuffs it into his pocket.
Then he’s yanking his belt loose with that same hand, lowering his zipper.
And for the first time since we met, and married and parted and came back together, I feel the naked flesh of my husband’s cock against my pussy.
Eyes pinned hot and implacable on mine, he glides his massive shaft languorously through my dripping folds, his breath emerging in soft pants as one shudder after another moves through both of us. “Is this what you want,dragunnida? What you couldn’t wait until we got home to take?”
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Until a frantic scream builds in my throat. Until my hands convulse on his shoulders, attempting to move an immovable mountain.
“Answer me, Lucia,” he slurs hoarsely.
“Gio?”
His brows lift. “Si, duci?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I whisper, shaking with need and fury and everything I’ve been holding back since the island. “Or I swear to God, I’ll shoot you again myself.”
A laugh tears out of him, sharp and disbelieving.
Then it fades.
His gaze drops to my mouth, to my throat, to the pulse beating there like an invitation.
“You take my breath away, Lucia,” he says hoarsely. “Fuck. I haven’t taken a single breath since the moment I set eyes on you. And not all for the best reasons.”
“You’re still talking,” I challenge, even as my body betrays me, leaning closer. “Maybe you don’t want me that bad?—”
He moves.
