The second the door closed, Stan dropped to his knees and my skirt was around my hips.
Eyes locked on me, he spread my legs and began peppering kisses down one of them, his tongue tracing the muscles and sinews he found along the way.
“I’d never let a man near your pussy,liunissa, but Quin doesn’t count.”
“Why doesn’t he?” My back arched as his touch began to work its magic on me.
“Because his Old Lady makes me look like sanity itself.”
“Old Lady?”
“He’s a Satan’s Sinner. He’s famous for his portraits.” He kissed my inner thigh, inches away from my core. “What do youwant,liunissa?” His tongue dug into the triangle between groin and inner thigh.
“Does the house of Valentini have a crest?”
His head rocked back like I’d kicked him in the face.
“You’d wear my brand?” His jaw tightened.
I rubbed my fingers over those clenched muscles. “In my world, brands are for whores.”
“You’re no whore,” he thundered. “You’remine,liunissa.” He pressed a kiss to my stomach. “You’ll mother my children. Be by my side until the day I die.” His hand snagged mine and he made no noise about proposing, his thumb simply playing with the ring he’d given me in Texas. “Only mine.Per sempri.”
“I like the sound of that,” I admitted huskily.
“No more than I do.” He anointed my thigh with another kiss. “Here? Or somewhere else?”
I ran the backs of my fingers over the inner curve of my breast. “Near my heart?”
“Those scratches on your back won’t last forever,” Quin called out. “I need to at least draw them on.”
Stan grunted. “He has a point.”
“You’re still insane.”
He tangled his fingers with mine. “Isn’t this insanity mutual,duci?”
A smile danced on my lips. “It wouldn’t be fun if it wasn’t…”
THIRTY-FIVE
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