“Lie down with me, Lorenzo.”
Her lips part under mine. Soft. Welcoming. She sighs into me, and the kiss deepens slowly. Like we have time. We do. For once in our lives, we do.
I cup her face. Clean skin under my palms.
“You went back for them.” Against her lips.
“For you.”
I kiss her again. Harder. She pulls back. Pupils blown.
“Bed,” she says.
I ease her back onto the mattress. Settle over her. Face to face. The lamp on. Everything visible. Nothing to prove tonight. Nothing to take or earn or fight for.
She leads and I follow and that’s enough.
She reaches for my towel. Pulls it free. Lets it fall. Her eyes running down my body with an expression that undoes me. Bruises on her ribs. Scrapes from concrete. But the way she looks at me. Like I’m the only safe place left in the world.
“Isabella.” Her name comes out like a confession.
She takes my hand. Places it over her heart. Her pulse races under my palm. Fast. Strong. Alive.
My hands are shaking when I touch her. Can’t hide it. Can’t control the tremor as I trace the curve of her breast, as my thumb brushes her nipple and she inhales sharply. The killer’s hands. Unsteady on her skin.
“Your hands.” She catches them. Holds them still.
“I know.”
“Come here.”
She pulls me down. Her legs wrap around me. Face to face. Nothing between us. We stopped needing any type of barriers.
I push my cock into her. Slow. The stretch of her around me. The heat. Nothing between us.
“Dio, Isabella.“
She gasps. Her fingers rake my shoulders hard enough to scar. Her hips rise to meet me, pulling me deeper, and the sound she makes is a broken moan that I feel in my spine.
“There.” Her voice breaking. “Deeper. Don’t stop.”
Slow. Deep. Her eyes on mine.
“No one has ever ruined me like this.” Against her neck. Low. Rough. “No one.”
“Lorenzo.”
“Sei reale. Sei qui.“You’re real. You’re here.
She pulls me closer. Her legs tightening. Her body arching to take me deeper.
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever destroyed.” My voice shredding. “And you came back.”
Her eyes are wet. Not crying. Full. She grips my jaw. Holds my face where she can see it.
“I came back.”
“You came back.”
