The muscles in my back tense for just a moment before she adds, “You have a monster cock.”
I burst into laughter, feeling at ease while filled with sheer pleasure. I didn’t even think this was possible—this intimacy mixed with passion. Playfulness mixed with sensuality.
“And what does my monster cock do?” I rock my hips hard enough to elicit a long moan.
“Wrecks my pussy,” she says into the pillow that muffles her moans.
“But you love it, baby.”
“I do,” she cries out. “You’ve turned me into an addict.”
“Stroke my ego some more.”
“It’s just as huge and doesn’t need much encouragement.”
I tilt her face and kiss along her cheek and jaw, but it’s not enough, so I pull out and turn her on her back.
“Hi,mo run.”
She kisses me, smiling against my lips. “Morning,cuore mio.”
At this exact moment, my life feels perfect. There’s no need for another achievement to fill the void in my chest. There’s no elaborate scheme I am trying to pull off to get ahead of others.
In this wondrous moment, I live, everything else ceasing to exist.
Holding the treasure of my life in my arms while I make love to her and she beams at me like I am her sun, nothing else could make it better.
She is my personal heaven on earth.
I must be one kind of sinner to experience that.
“Come for me,” I command, sucking on her neck.
Her mouth opens in a sensualO, and she closes her eyes, almost there, so I pinch her nipple to push her over the edge.
Needing to see the spark turning her eyes into liquid emeralds, I curl my hand around her neck, squeezing a bit. “Eyes on me.”
She immediately opens them, and I catch the orgasm tearing through her. Wanting to fill her right when she reaches the peak, I wait until she squeezes me, triggering mine. I shoot my essence the moment she breathes out my name in a murmur of surrender.
“You come so beautifully for me,” I rasp, our mouths locking into a sensual, languid dance.
We kiss for long minutes until I soften and her tremor subsides.
The lies hang suspended over our heads, ready to sever our connection at any moment. But today is not the day they will crash onto us, destroying our foundation.
17
VIVIANA
Time is running out. It slips through my fingers like sand in an hourglass. All I can do is watch it flow without mercy or regard for my wishes.
Ever since I met Tristan, I held no power whatsoever over the heart he claimed, over the body he turned into his plaything, and over my unfair situation.
It’s been six months, and this weekend is the last time I’ll be with him before my engagement is announced. I can’t do anything to stop that either.
I have no idea how I will manage being with someone else when the idea is so repugnant to me that bile rises in my throat. I can taste the acidic bitterness on my tongue, permanently stuck to my taste buds.
I’ve fallen so deeply in love with him that nothing can rip him out of my soul. He carved his name into my being with bold letters—unerasable.
