Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
He lets out a deep, feral growl of satisfaction as his lips brush against my ear.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
He grinds his cock between my thighs, leaving no question that I’m soaked for him.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Non sai quello che mi fai.”
I moan at the sound of Italian rolling off his tongue, too caught up in the moment to register what it means. There isn’t time to think about it as he reaches down and guides his cock to my entrance.
He lifts his gaze to mine, holding it as he eases into me. My body stretches to accommodate him, and that feeling of pressure and fullness wrenches another broken sound from my throat.
Heat smolders in the depths of his eyes, and his lips part as the intensity of the moment grips us both.
Romeo Vitale is inside me.
My body sinks into the bed as I relax around him, completely his for the taking.
His fingers glide through my hair, cradling the back of my head as his lips settle over mine. He kisses me deep and slow as we come together, electricity humming through every nerve ending.
He rocks into me, setting an unhurried pace as goosebumps scatter over my skin. It’s different this time, and the pulsing beat of his heart tells me I’m not the only one who feels it. There’s a current arcing between us, more intense than anything else we’ve ever shared.
It’s addictive…and terrifying.
I scrape my fingers over his bare back, pulling him as close as I possibly can as the fire consumes us.
The low, rough sounds ripping from his throat bleed into something primal as he thrusts deeper, harder, losing control of himself. I feel every throbbing inch of him, every tremor, every ragged breath. It feeds the wounded part of me—the need to be wanted by him.
My body trembles, muscles pulling tight as pressure builds. It isn’t a slow unraveling. He’s pushing me right to the edge, and when he pulls back to look at me, a visceral spark of possession flares in his eyes. It sends me spiraling into oblivion so fast, I barely have time to brace for it.
I come hard, rolling waves of pleasure crashing through me as I contract around him. It’s relentless, racking my body as he fucks me through the orgasm. He draws it out until I’m completely boneless, a languid warmth spreading through my veins as my senses slowly return.
When I open my eyes to meet his, he’s still watching me, the tendons in his neck straining as he hangs on by a thread. He’s holding out for something, and in the next heartbeat, I find out what it is.
“Say it again.”
I don’t have to ask what he means.
I reach up and touch his face, watching his throat work as I whisper his name again.
He buries himself inside me, a powerful tremor shuddering through him as he comes with a long, painful groan.
The pads of my fingers feather over his jaw, mesmerized by how beautiful he looks in this moment. Every muscle in his body contracts as he pours his release into me, laying himself bare in the light of day.
I burn the image to memory, saving it somewhere I’ll never forget.
He catches me staring and reaches down, warm fingers stroking my face.
When he looks at me like I’m the only thing that exists for him, it triggers another swell of emotion. He recognizes it, but neither one of us addresses it, because we aren’t ready to face it.
Instead, he stays inside me, touching and kissing me, giving me everything I ever needed from him.
We spend the rest of the afternoon doing more of the same, getting lost in each other between periods of dozing off.
When I wake again, I don’t know what time it is.
Romeo’s room is dark, lit only by a lamp on his desk that casts a soft glow over the space. I’m sprawled across his chest, using him like a pillow, and I’m surprised to find that he’s actually asleep. He looks so peaceful, and for a while, I just watch him, letting it all sink in.
There are still so many questions about where we go from here. I’m not sure what he wants from me, and that uncertainty terrifies me. I remember how much it hurt to lose him the first time. Now, I can’t even imagine what it would feel like to let him go.
I’m in love with him…but I have to force that feeling down and lock it away inside my heart.
Something tells me I need to protect myself because I can’t forget his warnings. He told me repeatedly that he wasn’t good for me, and I know he believes it. He believed it so much, he pushed me away for years.
The fragile sense of safety I felt with him fractures as a thousand questions spiral through my thoughts.