Page 161 of Unlock My Heart

He proves that point by thrusting forward, and I scream as our pelvises become flush, the head of his cock knocking my cervix.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry, that was too much.”

“No, it wasn’t. Bruise me,” I beg, a violent need erupting inside me. “Remind me how it hurts so good with you.”

“Sienna, I want this to be sweet.” His body vibrates with restraint as his cock twitches inside me.

“You know I’m a bad girl,” I goad him, squeezing down on him with my internal muscles.

His eyes roll back in his head, his chest rumbling his agreement as he pulls out, thrusting back in hard.

My mouth falls open on a silent scream.

He stills, waiting for me to open my eyes.

“This pussy has always been mine.” Fabien backs that statement up with a toe-curling thrust.

“Ye-s,” I moan, pleasure already beginning to unfurl in my pelvis.

“You can’t deny it.”

Another deep thrust.

“N-o.”

“Feel how good we fit together.”

He thrusts so deep, I swear I can feel his cock knocking my spine.

“Sooooo good.”

Fabien rolls over, taking me with him, to where I’m now on top. “Nah, this is the good stuff. Your perfect tits bouncing, grinding yourself on my cock.”

My hands fall behind me on his muscular thighs, my chest jutting forward, and I begin to do just that. Fabien watches my lips part as his cock slides in and out, that intense gaze coasting to my bouncing breasts, and to my flush face. “I need⁠—”

“I know, baby.” His tone is a harsh contrast to the sweet–sounding Italian he begins serenading me with. “Ti amo, amore della mia vita.”

“And I’ve always loved you, despite my best efforts,” I tease him, and that gets my ass a playful swat.

He rolls us back over, placing me facedown and him on top of me, the new angle change causing my toes to curl. “You can’t make up your mind.” I grip the sheets with a dreamy smile as the pleasure builds.

“Mmm,” he murmurs his agreement, beginning to fuck me faster. “That’s because I want you in every position.”

“Pace yourself. I’m yours for a lifetime,” I remind him, glancing over my shoulder.

“Next blood oath will be for every lifetime,” Fabien promises with an intensity that should scare me.

Again, I’ve never been one for should.

“Greedy,” I breathe.

“Guilty,” he agrees.

“Oh!” I’m yanked to my knees, with him behind me. I begin backing my ass up on his cock, and he groans.

“See why I shot my load in my pants when you were riding my ice pick?” His voice is a rough rumble that warms me from the inside out.

“Are we replaying every fantasy?” My head falls back on his chest, sweat running between my breasts as I gyrate my hips.