“Mycivetta. My woman. My wife.”
“Not yet,” I purred, knowing exactly what my baiting would get me.
“We’ll see about that.” He pulled out to the tip, gave a teasing roll of his hips, then slammed into me, over and over. He fucked me like he owned me. He fucked me like our connection was the world’s beginning and end. “Remind me why you want us to wait.”
I groaned, my walls clenching and throbbing around him. I couldn’t think straight when his cock kept hitting that magic spot inside me, lighting me up like a bonfire.
Suddenly, he clutched my hips with both hands and stopped. A needy moan broke out of me, as I rocked myself against him.
“Use your words,civetta.” He bit my shoulder hard, and that spark of pain only muddled my thoughts more. “Why are we waiting?” His fingers teased over where we were joined. “Tell me.”
“I…don’t…know.” I circled my hips, chasing his touch, and clenched his length. He groaned but still didn’t move. “Make me come…please. Renzo, please.”
He gave a few punctuated thrusts. So good. My head fell back, and his fingers swirled around my entrance before circling back up my folds. He smacked my ass, and I gasped, my body tightening.
“You’d marry me today?” He pinched my clit, and my back arched against him.
“Yes,” I said with a sob.
Nothing else existed outside what he was making me feel. His chest rumbled with a cocky chuckle.
“Tell me,civetta.” His godly fingers caressed, circled, and stroked my slit. Every nerve in my body was on fire because of him. I was so close, like a star on the verge of an explosion, ready to break apart at any moment and destroy everything in its path. “You want to marry me now?”
“I do.”
“Good girl.” He nipped my ear. “Make sure you remember that.”
Then, like he knew exactly what I needed, he slapped my clit, and I burst.
“Yes!” I screamed as black dots flickered over my vision, and my ears rang.
I was still panting through the best orgasm of my life when he pulled out of me and spun me around. My back hit the wall, and he hefted me up until I was so high, it was either I fell, or I wrapped my legs around his shoulders.
“Look at this gorgeous pussy. It’s dripping just for me.”
His warm breath made shivers run over every inch of my skin. His nose nuzzled my slit, and my breath caught. Too sensitive, my electrified pulse ratcheted. I tried to push his head back.
“Don’t try and stop me,” he growled. “I’m going to taste you,civetta. I need you on my tongue when I make you completely mine. I want to feast on the best day of my life.”
He wasn’t making sense, but I was beyond caring. So when he shook off my hold and dove between my thighs, I dug my hands into his hair. When he licked and sucked and devoured me whole, I bucked, trapped between him and the wall, whimpering through the shudders racking my body. When he sank three fingers inside me, I soared to heights I didn’t even know existed. Every burst of sensation honed my need for him. Every touch skyrocketed me higher toward a sharp peak. And when he sent me tumbling over the edge so fast and hard that I couldn’t tell what was up and what was down, he caught me and settled me back onto his cock.
My legs locked around his waist, and his forehead pressed to mine, his gaze searing me.
“This is the start of our forever,” he said, voice deep and husky.
With our eyes locked on each other, he lifted me up and down on his shaft, slowly at first. Gradually, his speed increased until he was pummeling my poor, oversensitive pussy, and the veins on the side of his neck bulged from effort. Not once did we break eye contact.
“I love you,” I panted, my nails digging into his nape.
That sent him over the edge. With a strangled groan, he gave one last thrust and emptied himself inside me.
His chest heaved between our shuddering bodies. Gently, he lowered both of us to the ground, all his aggression beat down by how boneless and sated we both were. Still inside me, he kissed me like I was something he wanted to savor, like I was the most precious person in his life. I curled into him and nestled my head against his chest. His hands swept up and down my back as we both cooled down.
“Hey, Renzo, you—” Tore’s voice came from upstairs.
“Don’t you dare open that door any more than it already is,” Renzo yelled.
“What are you—? Ah, no. Good god, no.” Tore made a gagging noise.
