My promises get people killed. My love is poison. I’ve known that for a very long time, ever since I was a kid.
But Fio came storming into my life, and now it’s like all the carefully constructed walls I erected around myself are all crumbling down to dust. She cracked me open. And now I’m spilling.
“If you’re trying to scare me, you’re doing a good job,” she whispers.
I shake my head, brush my mouth against her cheek. “You’re lying.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You’re not fighting me.” I kiss her neck. I taste her skin. Fuck, it’s so good. Her smell is like an iron spike driven straight into my skull.
“Luca,” she whimpers, still clinging to me. “We can’t.”
“We can.”
“But we shouldn’t.”
I grip her hair. I pull it back until she’s staring into my face. I hold her gaze, and those big, beautiful eyes aren’t afraid.
No, she’s looking at me like she wants to drown just as much as I do.
“You’re my wife. Nobody tells me what I can and can’t do with you, baby. And if I want to lose myself in your taste and nevercome back up for air again, I’m going to fucking do it. Now tell me to kiss you.”
“Luca.” Her mouth opens. Her tongue presses against her upper teeth. “What if I don’t?”
“You will. Say it. Tell me to kiss you.Begfor it, Fiorella.”
“No… I can’t.”
“Say the words.” I rub my thumb against her mouth. She gasps, biting down on it lightly. “Tell me to ruin you.”
She licks my thumb. I slide it into her mouth. She sucks it lightly, whimpering, and when I pull it back out, she moans.
“Kiss me,” she pleads, blinking at me rapidly. “God, please, Luca. Just stop fucking teasing andkiss me.”
I bury her mouth with a starving kiss. Fuck, that’s everything I’ve wanted. Every night I dream about these lips and this tongue and her taste breaking me down until I’m nothing. And now I’m having her, and it’s better than I ever thought. Better than the nightmares said it’d be. Better than when I stroked my cock in the shower thinking about taking her. Every twisted little inch of her tongue makes me so fucking hard I feel like my cock might crumble or tear her into pieces.
I’m an animal then. No more thinking, only feeling. Only the electric hum of need, and she’s my only desire. I kiss her hard and fist her hair, making it hurt, wanting her to know I’ve got her and I won’t ever let her go again. This happened, and it’s happening, and if we keep going, I doubt it’ll stop. I can’t keep my hands from her.
“Fuck, Fio,” I snarl as I drag her down into bed. I pull her into my lap, making her straddle me as I devour her mouth and neck.I tug off her shirt, throwing it aside, and cup her breasts in both hands, viciously squeezing as she gasps in surprise and pain. “You’re so fucking pretty it makes me want to break you.”
“You’re a fucked-up guy, you know that?”
“I know.” I pull her hair and bury her mouth with mine. “And you fucking like it.” My tongue teases her lower lip before I kiss down to her bare breasts, her pink nipples stiff and lovely. I lick them in circles before sucking hard, my other hand holding her hair tightly. Her moans and gasps of bliss are like the noises hell must make if hell is where all the sinners end up. And the sinners are the most fun.
I’d burn with her. Burn for her too. I kiss her and stand, holding her tight as her legs wrap around my hips.
“Greedy fucking girl,” I chide, pushing her down until she’s bent over the bed. “You can’t keep your mouth off me.”
“And you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
I drop to my knees, viciously ripping off her pajama bottoms. I let out a low, sensual chuckle. “No panties.”
“You sleep in underwear?”
“Most nights.”
“Guess that makes you special.”
