When my top is undone, he helps me take it off, then trails his fingers over my taut and aching nipples. He stares at me, almost like this is the first time he’s seeing me naked.
And maybe with the whirlwind romance and my being a virgin, it is. However, I don’t question him. I don’t want anything to shatter this moment...or stop what might come next.
“You’re a goddess. Meant to be worshipped.” He lifts his eyes to mine, and the look within them sucks me deeper into the depths of Tommaso Santoro. “You’re all that’s good in this world; you’re the light and the warmth. I rule the dark, and you’re the center of my world. And just like the actual sun, the world cannot survive without you.Icannot survive without you.”
“Tommaso,” I whimper, needing him in a way I don’t understand, and that scares the hell out of me.
He leans over me, hands placed on the bed, and kisses me without lowering his body to mine. The kiss is gentle, yet dominant, and something within me yields. Telling me I’ll do anything for this man. I’ll submit.
There’s a tremor of a memory that wants to push free. It feels like a warning, but I push it away, not wanting anything to mar this beautiful, intoxicating experience of being the center of this man’s world.
He kisses me until I’m aching and almost insane with need again. He isn’t touching me, keeping his body above mine, and I desperately want him to lower onto me.
“Tommaso.” I sound needy. “Please.” I lift my hips, trying to reach his body, so some part of him will touch me.
He braces his weight on one hand and runs his knuckles over my cheek with the other. There’s a dark look in his eyes, but it’s mixed with light. Just like he said, he rules the dark—which I don’t quite understand and will need him to explain, but much later—and I’m his light. Dark and light. Him and me. Two halves of a whole that feel so right when they’re fit together.
“No sex.”
The control of this man.I huff in displeasure and need, which makes him chuckle.
“Not until you’re cleared medically.”
“Tommaso.”
He drags his knuckles over my lips. “I didn’t say no pleasure.” Shivers of anticipation erupt with his words. “But you’ll let me do all the work.”
“So…I’m just supposed to lie here like a starfish?”
His dark head tilts back with his deep laugh before he brings his face back to mine. “Don’t make me tie you to the bed so you lie still and don’t exert yourself.”
More shivers of anticipation and pure need erupt.Do…do I want that? To be tied up and helpless. His to do with as he pleases?
Oh, sweet Jesus, I think I do.
He smirks, like he can read my mind. “We’ll work up to that. Now, be a good girl and lie still.”
My snarky retort dies as he stands from the bed. I push up onto my elbows so I can look at him.
He grabs my ankles and tugs, making me fall onto my back as he pulls me toward the edge of the bed.
“What—”
My words choke off as he sinks to his knees and puts my feet on his shoulders in one smooth, fluid movement, and lowers his face between my thighs. When his mouth falls on me, I gasp, and my hips buck.
He growls—deep and low into me—and I’m a woman consumed.
Somehow, I know this has never been done to me before. And it being the first time with Tommaso makes me crave all my firsts to be his.
I ride the wave of pleasure, loving the feel of his tongue sliding over and into me. Loving the feel of his mouth on my most intimate parts. The way he sucks, lavishes, and nibbles on my clit. The feel of his rough scruff on my sensitive skin. Loving and giving him everything I have to give.
I scream his name and bury my fingers in his dark, thick hair when I topple over the edge into bliss—holding him to me, prolonging the ecstasy that he’s tapped into as it floods me.
Once I’m spent and trembling, he gathers me in his arms and lies with me on the bed. I’m entirely naked while he’s fully clothed. He wraps around me, holding me tight to him. Keeping me safe and warm and loved.
“I want us to marry. Renew our vows,” he clarifies as he holds my head tightly to his chest. “So you can remember and know that you’re mine. Only mine and always mine.”
There’s something dark threading through his words, and that stirring of a memory tries to push in to warn me of something. But like before, I push it away, not wanting anything to ruin how happy and content I feel. How joyous his words make me feel.
