He lays a finger across my mouth, silencing me. ‘I was approached, little wolf. And while I didn’t encourage her, I didn’t exactly push her away either. At least, not until she made her intentions known and then I decided to come home.’ His gaze turns intense. ‘To you.’
The jealousy eases, but I’m angry that I even felt it. I’m angry that it even matters to me, but I’m starting to realise there’s a reason for that.
A reason my heart leapt when he came across the sand to me.
A reason I was disappointed he’d left yesterday.
A reason all I wanted was to throw myself into his arms today.
Youarefalling for him. You idiot.
I want to deny it. I want to deny it with all my heart, but I know the truth deep inside me. He’s made me love him with his acceptance of me as I am, with his unexpected gentleness and tenderness, with his ability to join me in ridiculous arguments, and with his wicked hands and his beautiful mouth.
He’s made me love him and I don’t know what I can do to escape it. In fact, I have a horrible feeling I can’t do anything about it at all.
His black brows draw together, and I know a moment’s intense fear that he’s guessed what I’m feeling right now. And he can’t know, he just can’t, because he promised me love wouldn’t be a part of our marriage, and I don’t know what he’ll do if he finds out. For once, I don’t want to push.
So I open my mouth and nip at the fingers across my lips and I watch his gaze flare with desire. ‘I’ve had no sleep in the last twelve hours and I’m probably still half-drunk,’ he says. ‘But all I can think about is you naked in my bed, so you’d better take me back up to the villa or else you’ll find yourself flat on your back in the sand.’
‘That sounds uncomfortable,’ I murmur.
He smiles and takes my hand. ‘Maybe later we’ll test the theory, but not now.’
Then he leads me back up to the villa.
In the privacy of his bedroom, he pulls me into the shower, washing the sand from my feet, while I squeeze shower gel in my hands and run it all over his body. Stroking the hard planes of his chest and stomach, then his muscled arms before turning him around and washing his powerful back. The scars from his father’s belt are deep and I touch them lightly, caressing them, and he doesn’t stop me. And he doesn’t resist when I put my mouth to them, kissing them, because even though they’re marks of pain and punishment, they are part of him and so I think I love them too.
I turn him around again, so he’s facing me, his silver eyes blazing.
‘I like it when you stay where I put you,’ I say, teasing him.
He smiles, that one I particularly like, sexy and hot and just for me. ‘And I like it when you do what I say. Get down on your knees for me, my wife. It’s time for you to service your husband.’
A thrill of pleasure goes through me and I drop to my knees, because I have no trouble at all obeying his every sensual command. No, I like it. It turns me on and since my pleasure is his, he delights in it.
I take his hard cock in my hand and guide it to my mouth and draw him in, loving the way his features tense as I wrap my lips around him. His skin is smooth and velvety in my mouth, tasting of crisp salt and his own special masculine flavour.
I use my tongue and my teeth to tease him, watching him as I do, and when he slides his hands into my hair to guide me, I lean in. I grip his powerful thighs, taking him deeper, loving the way he growls in response. Then I lick and suck him, working him over, until he suddenly pulls away. His hands are hauling me up from my knees, before turning me and pushing me hard against the tiled wall of the shower. Then he lifts me straight up so I can wind my legs around his waist, and he pins me to the wall, his thick, hard cock pushing deep inside me.
I gasp in pleasure, clenching around him, loving the feeling of him inside me. His eyes are dark silver now and inches from mine, and all I can see is pleasure in them. The pleasureIgive him.
‘Let’s see,’ he whispers fiercely. ‘Let’s see if we can’t create the most beautiful child right here, right now.’
And I’m so lost in the pleasure, lost in him, that all I can do is lean forward and kiss him hungrily, my thighs holding him to me as he thrusts in, deep and hard. His mouth on mine is urgent, like that first time in the pool, and I’m meeting him hunger for hunger. There’s a beautiful madness in the way he fucks me, the pleasure building and building, making my nails claw at his back, catching on those terrible scars, yet he doesn’t flinch.
‘Harder,’ he growls against my mouth. ‘Scratch me, little wolf. Mark me. Give me your pain, not his.’
And I want to take that pain away from him, give him something else in return, something better, so I do. Then the orgasm comes, smashing us both into oblivion as I clutch him and whisper his name.
Chapter Twenty
Vincenzo
IWAKE SOMETIMEin the late afternoon, the sun shining through a crack in the linen curtains of my bedroom, turning the white sheets golden.
My Caterina lies beside me, still asleep, the black storm of her hair lying over my white pillows. The sheet has fallen off her, exposing her naked body as she lies on her side facing me. Her skin looks as if it has been gilded by a master painter, highlighting all her delicious curves, her breasts, her hips, her thighs, the delicate line of her cheek.
She is so beautiful.
