His breath catches. He searches my eyes as if looking for clues to an unspoken question. “Say it again.”
“In the moments when I thought I wasn’t going to make it out of there alive, my only wish was to see you again so I could tell you how I feel. Iloveyou, Maximo.”
His mouth captures mine. A low, desperate groan rumbles in his chest. “I love you, too. Always have, always will. I will never let anyone touch you again.”
I reach up and claim his lips. He tastes like home. Like heaven.
Likemine.
Capturing his gaze with mine, I lower onto my knees and lick my lips. My fingers work at his belt. He watches me throughlowered lashes as I release his hardening cock. I take his length in my hands and stroke him until precum moistens the tip.
I lean forward and lick the crown. He hisses, grabbing onto the railing to steady himself. His muscles tense with anticipation.
Without breaking eye contact, I open my mouth and swallow him one inch at a time. My tongue teases over his piercings. He groans as his cock hits the back of my throat. I pull back, almost freeing him from my mouth, only to suck him down again.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to do this,cara mia.”
No, but I want to, I want all of him.
Humming against his length, which makes him shiver, I hollow my cheeks and pick up my pace. I cup his balls, my other hand working his shaft. He curses as I relax my throat and take him deeper. His fingers curl around my neck, as he pumps his hips.
I suck on his cock, harder and faster, pushing against his measured control. The moment he snaps is a thing of beauty. He fists my hair, bucking his hips and he slams into my mouth. My eyes water. A string of Italian profanity leaves his filthy mouth and satisfaction thrums through my veins.
He growls, his movements stilling as spurts of cum fill my mouth and slide down my throat. I swallow, drinking every drop.
Then he’s pulling me to my feet, his mouth devouring mine as he tastes himself. His fingers find my panties and push them aside. I’msoaked. So wet he easily pumps two fingers into my throbbing pussy. That satisfied rumble sounds in his chest. I moan against his lips.
As he lifts me off my feet, my legs wrap around his waist. My back hits the rough exterior wall. I cry out as he drives into me with his pierced cock. He fucks me the way I like it, hard, fast, and deep.
The metal drags against my G-spot and pressure builds low in my belly. I cling to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he plows into me over and over.
Burying my face in his neck, I scream as I come. My entire body tenses and shudders in his arms. He holds me close, fucking me through my first orgasm and the second one that quickly follows.
“Maximo.”
With one last punishing thrust, he spills inside me, and stays there. His cock buried deep, both of us pant, trying to catch our breaths.
“I love you,” I murmur, resting my forehead on his chest.
He releases a contented sigh. “I love you too.”
CHAPTER 61
Elena
Time heals most wounds. Physically, I don’t have a mark on me anymore, but my soul still carries the scars. While I’ve been healing, I’ve passed the days finishing my last novel. My Romantasy trilogy is now complete. The ending turned out a little different than I expected, but it’s perfect. It’s everything I wanted it to be and more.
Best of all, my readers now have the complete story. They have their happy ending.
Maximo sighs, setting down the printed manuscript on the bedside table. “That’s… absolutely perfect.”
Nerves jitter through me. “You liked the ending?”
“Liked it? I loved it.” He stalks over to wear I’m sitting at my vanity. “The villain-lover gets the girl and they live happily ever after. That’s my kind of story.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “And that last spicy scene. Hot damn,bella.”
Blushing, I swat at him. “Go get ready. We need to leave soon.”
He chuckles, but does as he’s told.
