Does he want the same with me?
Lorenzo drops his head into my neck, his muscles tense and breathing labored. When he pulls back to look at me, I notice his eyes are heavy-lidded. “How do you feel, baby?”
“Full,” I say, feeling a giggle climb up my throat. “You’re so big.”
Lorenzo groans, dropping his forehead against mine. “You’re just tight,la mia flamma.” His breath brushes softly against mine as he dips his hand between us, and his thumb finds my clit. He starts stroking it softly. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Fiona O’Shea. I’m not sure I ever will.”
“Me too,” I moan, rolling my hips to meet his finger as it moves firmly over my swollen bud, strumming it faster. When his mouth finds mine, I suck eagerly on his tongue. I whimper when he starts to move, rocking gently into me as he strums my clit, his shaft stretching me in a mix of pain and pleasure.
He drops his forearm to the space above my head and pulls back to look at me, his heated eyes holding mine as he rocks in and out of me, the friction making my vision waver, but I don't break the contact. I feel everything at once. Pleasure I never could have dreamed of as every inch of my skin turns achy…unbearably hot.
Raziel.
I can’t be sure if the name is said out loud or in my head. My senses are all twisted, and I can feel nothing but him. His scent and those heated eyes watching me scramble all else from my head. It's too much, and when I feel my body strain with the threat of release, it's his name I sob.
Raziel.
“I'm here, baby.” His voice is strained as he thrusts into me, strumming my clit and sending pleasure rolling through my body. “I’ve got you. Come for me.”
His order sends my back bowing off the bed and pussy clenching hard around his cock. Pleasure starts building at the spot connecting us before shooting to the rest of me, blinding me with its intensity. I cry out, trembling from the intensity of it—the violence of it.
“Raziel,” I sob, shaking under the man as he thrusts shallowly into me, stretching my climax until I’m trembling, and only then does he take me. Something in him snaps as he pulls back before slamming forward and burying his full length in me. I cry out when he pins me into the mattress and picks up the pace of his thrusts, my sensitive walls clenching around him, dragging me toward yet another orgasm. “Oh, God… Oh!
“Fuuuck!” Lorenzo buries his face back into my neck and groans brokenly as he takes me faster and harder, pumping his cock into me five more times before he comes with a roar, flooding me with his cum. I whimper at the feeling, hugging him close to me as his thrusts slow and become gentle, pumping into me until I’ve milked him of every drop before collapsing over me. Our bodies tremble together from the aftermath, the smell of sex heavy between us. Intoxicating. Perfect.
Mine.
I feel his lips on my temple and all over my face. Once he recovers, his voice soothing as he whispers into my ear. I can't keep track of his words, not when my body feels deliciously limber. I barely register it when he climbs off the bed and comes back moments later with a towel to clean me up. I drift in and out of sleep through the process, but I don't fall completely untilhe returns to bed and pulls me flush against him, tucking my face under his chin.
This time, my mind doesn't wander. No, it stays in the room, in bed, and with the man who has stolen my heart.
I only think of him as I drift off.
***
I wake up alone in bed.
The curtains are drawn to keep the light out, and the temperature is set perfectly. The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the note on my nightstand, which makes me smile. For a man who is always glued to his computer or phone, I find it sweet that he took the time to dig around my place for a sticky note to leave me a note instead of a text.
I bite back a yawn as I reach for the note, smiling as I read it.
Didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry I had to leave for work, but I made your favorite breakfast. Get some rest. I’ll call you later.
R.
I spend an embarrassing amount of time staring at the note, and by the time I drag myself out of bed, it's pretty late in the morning. My body feels deliciously sore, tiny aches making themselves known all over my body, but I realize I wouldn't change anything about last night. Good thing I have the day off today, or it would be hell going into the office like this.
I think of him as I clean up, and when I walk into the kitchen to a full breakfast laid out on the kitchen counter, I can'thelp the flutter in my chest. I heat up my food and bring it with me to my office before settling down to work.
I spend the rest of the morning on my own work, reading through a report on a new security software update our company has been working on. When I'm satisfied with the changes, I email the report to my brothers and the legal team to go through it.
I’m about to start on files for the Rossis' company when my stomach grumbles. I glance at the time and groan when I realize it's past noon. I grab my phone and frown when I don’t see a text or a missed call from Lorenzo. He probably buried himself in work that he forgot about.
I order takeout for two from Lorenzo's favorite restaurant in case he wants to stop by for lunch before settling back in my seat to text him. When he doesn't immediately respond, I call him, but I'm sent straight to voicemail.
Silly man probably has his phone on do not disturb while he works.
On a whim, I decide to bring lunch to him instead. He’s probably buried in paperwork and forgot to eat—again. I grab the takeout when it arrives, throw on a jacket, and head to the Rossi offices. The drive is quick, and I use the time to imagine the look on his face when I surprise him with food. Maybe we’ll eat in his office with the door locked. Maybe we won’t eat at all.
