“I don’t think so. You are a French princess, woman of royal blood. A witch by nature, a highly seductive succubus.”
“Now I’m a demon.” My voice was breathless, barely audible and the moment he’d tugged the last of the ribbon free, exposing my breasts, a tiny gasp escaped. Before the sexy little item tumbled into the water, he pulled it away, his entire face lighting up like a beacon in seeing me completely naked.
“No fair. I told you to strip first,” I told him.
“And I don’t care. I do what I want, when I want. I take what I want when I want as well. Which is exactly what I’m getting ready to do. Remove my boxers. Do so very slowly.”
“You’re teasing me. Again.”
“Which I plan on doing consistently. Behave or else.”
Just being able to laugh around him meant more to me than almost anything. I did as I was told, slowly, rolling my hands down to his waistband. This time, I stopped and lifted my head for approval.
His chuckle was likely all I’d receive. I slowly lowered the midnight material over his hips, my mouth instantly wateringwhen his cock sprang into view. He chuckled the moment I licked my lips, even running his fingers through my hair. “I hope you’ll always have that reaction.”
“You mean when we’re old and gray?”
The way his eyes lit up surprised me. “Yeah, exactly like that.”
With my heart aching, I tugged the shorts down his massive legs, enjoying the way he flexed them.
“Good girl.”
Even the words created a tingling reaction. Being inside a small bathroom overheated by our explosive body temperatures, candlelight positioned on every flat surface and the scent of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon filling the dense air was as romantic as we’d been able to enjoy.
However, taking the time to brush the tips of our fingers down each other’s arms, enjoying being able to look into each other’s eyes without fear of being interrupted was priceless.
“Non ci sarà mai un momento dolce come questo.” His statement was almost melancholy.
There will never be another moment as sweet as this one.
“What if there is?”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning what if we could be together forever?” The words simply slipped past my lips as I crawled the tips of my fingers down his chest, daring to drag one all the way down the length of his cock.
His physical shudder was almost everything I needed. The hard throb was something else. But it was the way he rubbed his knuckles across my cheek that added fuel to the fire. “Is that what you’d like?”
“Maybe.”
“There’s no maybe to this one, darling. If we were to marry, our lives would change. Maybe not for the better. There are those who would oppose it. It’s yes or no.”
“Then yes.” This was all about daring him. The sudden realization of what I couldn’t offer hit me harder than when I’d learned about my misfortune. The word wasn’t nearly strong enough. Very few men in this corrupt, dangerous world would ever want a woman who couldn’t provide them with an heir. And to be a mafia princess incapable bearing children was a strike from Satan himself.
The moment I attempted to pull away, his grip became tighter. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Nowhere. I just… I would understand of you didn’t want me given what I’m incapable of providing.”
He didn’t hesitate, pinching my chin and ensuring I wouldn’t even try to look away. “Listen to me. Your worth isn’t about spitting out children.”
“How romantic,” I teased.
“You know what I mean. Your worth is about you, everything about you from your smile and laugh, to the way you touch all living creatures with such love and tenderness. It’s the joy you bring when walking into a room. The light that goes on in thepitch-black darkness. It’s hope and desire forming the perfect need. Because in my eyes, your worth is infinite.”
Did he possibly understand what his words meant to me? For someone who’d never considered herself sappy or in need of a Hallmark moment, the rush of feelings and tickling vibrations was one of the most powerful experiences of my life.
“Then all those against us can oppose all they want. This is my life. Mine. And if I want you to be a permanent part of it, then they can go suck wind. Besides, within the unwritten rules of the Cosa Nostra, the Underboss is deemed an acceptable partner for the Mafioso princess.”
