It was his resolute scowl that sealed my confidence and his fate.
“If youevertest drugs on yourself, even just one time, you’llneversee me again. Do you understand?”
It was like a fever overtook him.
At first, I thought I’d angered him. That I’d annoyed him with my ultimatum.
But if anything, it swept him away. If words could send a man of his size adrift.
Those circling digits of his made another adjustment. Lower this time. Drifting down, down, down.
I hissed when he grazed my clit, then my eyes fluttered when he pumped a finger into me. My own arousal and his cum had me squirming and rolling my hips like he hadn’t just fucked me through the wall.
“Are you on the pill,gattaredda?”
Breathing heavily, I nodded.
“Stop taking it.”
My eyes popped open. “You’re crazy.”
Oh, god.
So was I!
My fingers clasped his wrist, nails digging into his skin as the strangest need to be bound to him filled me.
A baby would do that.
Forever.
“You make me crazy.” He loomed over me, his fingers still petting my cum-soaked folds, the butt of his wrist giving me a thuddy kind of pressure against my clit. “Do I make you crazy,àncilu?”
At that moment, he kept me grounded before I flew away on a cloud of hormones.
“You know you do or I’d have told you to use a condom.”
Triumph flashed across his features. Wild and glorious and alive.
But something niggled. It spiraled into the desire he was forcing me to feel, worming holes into my pleasure.
“You never answered,” I bit off around a moan as I edged ever closer to another impossible orgasm. Hell, I hadn’t known orgasmscould feel that intense. Not back-to-back. Not with a third one waiting in the wings. “How can I stop taking it when you’re?—”
“I can’t change my job,bedda mia,” he interrupted, his tone regretful but also assertive.
“If you’d let me finish, you’d know that wasn’t where my mind went.”
“Apologies, apologies?—”
“Prayers, prayers. You’ll need them if you keep butting in,” I drawled.
The amusement that creased his expression had me releasing a heavy sigh.
He wasn’t pretty. Not really. He was too much of a bruiser for that. But fuck if I didn’t want to sit on his face for the rest of my life.
“How could I ever think about being serious with you if you’re not?”
“What do you mean?”
