Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
That makes two of us.
I stroke him and groan into his mouth, imagining how it will feel with his fullness inside me again. I want him so badly I could cry.
His grip grows more possessive, more intense, and I stifle a groan when he tucks himself back inside his pants.
“Not yet,” he whispers in my ear while his lips sample my neck, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts and the valley between them. He tugs my top down and reveals my breasts. When his lips close over one of my nipples, I stifle a scream from the intensity.
“Please, oh God, please, I want you,” I moan. My sex clenches as a warm, sensual wetness grows between my thighs. The pressure builds along with aching desire that erases all thoughts and only allows me to feel.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Dario…”
Our bodies press up closer to one another, on the very edge of becoming one. He laps at my nipple while he grabs my ass cheek and gives me a hard squeeze. I moan and grind myself unabashedly against him.
My mouth falls open on a gasp as he begins to undress me, his fingers and tongue and teeth and palms ravaging my body as he yanks off clothing. It rips and tears, but I don’t care. I want to feel my naked body against his. I want to feel us becoming one.
I reach for his tee, and he lets me tug it off him, even as I mourn the loss of his mouth on me for that fraction of a second.
I rub and stroke and grope him as he fumbles to remove his own jeans. His huge, hardened length springs free and I stifle a little moan.
“I’ve missed you,” I say, addressing his cock. He gives it a languid stroke.
“He missed you, too.”
I grin as he bends to kiss me again, then close my eyes so I can focus on the intensity of the sensations that ravage my body. I whimper with agonizing need as his thick cock slides through my folds and circles my throbbing clit.
I grow hot, my whole body one throbbing mass of need and want, as he finds my entrance. With a savage, perfect, claiming thrust, he impales himself inside me. I cry out in ecstasy at the feel of him inside me. I’ve missed him. I’ve missed him so much. There’s nothing that I want more than to be joined like this in shared ecstasy.
He lifts his hips and thrusts.
I scream out as the first spasm of pleasure rocks my body, tingling awareness in every nerve. I lift my hips to meet the tempo of his thrusts, harder and faster, some slow, some long as he takes himself nearly fully out of me, only to slam himself inside to the hilt again. Pleasure erupts over my skin with the first echo of an orgasm, and still, I ride it out with him, savoring every time he drives himself in me. It’s perfect, so damn perfect.
My skin flushes and tears trickle down my cheeks. He kisses the tears away and sucks them into his mouth, making my emotions a part of him. My mind goes blank as he impales me again, and again, every movement of his hips sending me closer to climax.
“Come, baby,” he orders against my ear. I try to let go, try to release, but I’m so caught up in desire I’m on the cusp, unable to fully relax.
Finally, he brings his mouth to my ear. “Give it to me, baby,” he growls. “That’s my angel. Such a good girl for me. Look at you. Look at how hard you’ve worked, how beautiful you are. You make me so proud. So proud, baby.”
At the sound of his praise, I fly into ecstasy. I scream his name. I writhe in the throes of euphoria as he groans in pleasure and empties himself inside me. I’m dizzy with the power of my climax, paralyzed beneath him, and it feels as if he’s the same. The weight of his body on mine doesn’t ease, and I welcome the feel of him on me.
“I can’t believe you’re mine, Vivia. All mine,” he says in awe. I smile, running lazy fingers through his hair, before I release a sigh.
“Yours,” I repeat, closing my eyes and just feeling for a little while. “All yours.”
He bends and kisses my cheek, then touches his forehead to mine. He breathes me in. Holds me to him.
Tomorrow we’ll take our vows before everyone else, but I know as well as he does —we’ve already taken them before each other.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Dario
The Castle always feels as if it’s alive and teeming with people, but nothing comes even close to matching the excitement of a wedding.
I thought I would sleep better last night, knowing she was safe. But all I did was roll around in bed wishing she was with me. I know why Romeo declared what he did and had us spend the night apart from each other. It was partly to appease Sergio and partly to appease Mama, but it was also to hold onto at least some of their tradition.