I barely have time to revel in my newfound power before Cristian lifts me from the floor, his eyes dark with renewed hunger.
"My turn," he growls, setting me on the edge of the bed.
He kneels between my legs, pushing my dress up my thighs.
His warm breath fans across my sensitive skin, making me shiver with anticipation.
"Watch me," he commands, holding my gaze. “Watch me eat you up.”
The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp.
He starts with gentle, teasing strokes that make my thighs tremble.
When I reach for him, desperate for more, he pins my wrists to the bed.
“Just feel, Valentina. Feel how delicious I think you are.” He circles my clit, alternating between soft flicks and firm pressure until I'm writhing beneath him.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he slides a finger inside me while sucking gently on my most sensitive spot.
"Cristian!" I cry out, arching off the bed as pleasure rams into hard and fast.
He doesn't stop, drawing out my orgasm until I'm boneless and breathless.
I'm still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure as Cristian crawls back up my body, his mouth glistening with my essence.
"Now," he says, "we can go."
I shake my head. "I want you inside me again.” I reach for him.
He catches my hand, bringing it to his lips. "We can't. No protection."
"I don't care," I insist, though I know it's foolish. One reckless night is bad enough.
Cristian shakes his head. "I do. I won't risk getting you pregnant."
The word hangs in the air between us. Pregnant. With Cristian's baby.
The thought should terrify me, but instead, it sends a strange warmth spreading through my chest.
A child created from desire rather than duty.
"We need to get dressed," he says, pulling away. "I have to call Alessandro."
Reality crashes back in. I sit up, annoyed again.
He got a burner phone last night. Surely, he could have gotten condoms.
But he didn’t.
He didn’t because he never intended to have sex with me again.
But of course he didn’t.
He said as much.
I should be grateful for what he was willing to give me this morning.
I stand and straighten my dress. "What will you tell him?"
