Under the glowing moonlight, she looks too pure to be touched by someone like me. At the same time, she looks sinful enough to drive any man to madness. The second part doesn’t concern me, I’ve never considered myself sane. As for the first, no one is worthy of her. She was always meant to end up in a lesser being’s arms. I’m just more selfish than the others, so I took her for myself.
I lower my mouth to her neck, kissing down to her round breasts. She moans softly. I shove down my pants and boxers, free my aching cock, and position it at her entrance.
I grab her jaw, forcing her gaze to mine. Her eyes open—lust-drunk, unfocused, pupils blown so wide there’s barely any color left.Fuck, this is when she’s most beautiful.When she’s drowning in a haze of pure want. I stare into the eyes that aremy only salvation and ask her the question I always ask before filling her.
“Who does this sweet little pussy belong to?”
She rocks her ass against me, trying to take me in. “My husband.”
I push the tip inside. “Name, baby,” I groan.
“Hunter.” My name ends in a cry as I drive all my length inside her at once.
I pull out completely, leaving just the tip. “Tell me again. Whose dripping cunt is this?”
She clenches around my tip, gushing more hot liquid. “Yours.”
I push back in with a hard thrust that makes her head fall back. Her moan fills the night sky, mingling with the crash of the ocean below.
I grip her hips, angling her just right, and drive into her again and again, each stroke deeper and harder. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
She’s gasping my name, her body trembling beneath me, and I can feel her tightening, clenching around me like she’s trying to keep me inside her forever.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice raw and thick. Her eyes flutter open, hazy, glazed, barely focused, but they’re on me. That’s all I need. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Hunter. Only yours,” she breathes, her voice breaking with moans.
I fuck her harder, pounding into her with a desperation bordering on madness. Her cries turn into broken sobs as I push her over the edge, her body shuddering violently around me. I chase my own release through her climax, my rhythm turning erratic, feral. I bury my face in her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp as I release inside her, spilling deep, holding her flush against me through every pulse.
I stay there, her heartbeat thundering against mine, her thighs shaking around me, her breath hot and uneven on my ear.
“I’ll get pregnant soon if you keep coming inside me,” she breathes.
I kiss along her jaw. “I’m working hard on that.”
I want her to get pregnant. A child will tie her to me, the kind of woman she is, I know she’d never keep a child from its father, and that means she won’t be able to get rid of me even if one day she wants to.
She chuckles, tired, yet so fucking beautiful.
Chapter 22
Elowen
“And there will be the grand stage on which the grand piano will be placed,”Luciana effuses, I can feel every bit of her enthusiasm in my veins.
Just the idea of playing again in front of a huge audience is enough to send me soaring.
Luciana is showing me the site where the piano concert hall will be built. According to her, it’ll be the world’s biggest and grandest of its kind. Well, she wouldn’t be Luciana if it weren’t the grandest.
I don’t understand her whole design plan, I don’t have her eye, but I grasp the idea well enough. I’m already very excited for it to be finished so I can play here.
I want to start playing again, but since I’m staying in Naples, I can’t perform yet. There isn’t a proper concert hall, and the city isn’t developed enough to host international guests. There are only a handful of hotels, and even those aren’t large enough. I’ll just wait until the city is ready and the concert hall is built.
The first show here will be Ella’s. I even told Luciana I could arrange Ella’s show for the opening, and she was absolutely thrilled.
“So, how’s the plan?” she asks, turning toward me.
"Perfect."
