I snapped my hips, wedging his thick length just right between my slick lips. Almost where I wanted him, but still so very far away.
“Tore.” I breathed into his mouth. “I need it.”
“Say the words.” He tapped one finger on my entrance, teasing, tormenting. “I need them from you.”
Another snap, and we both groaned. “Inside me.”
“Yes.”
His teeth clamped down on the bend of my neck, racking me with full-body trembles. My insides clenched around nothing, searching for him. A whine tore from my throat at the hollowness I desperately needed him to fill.
As I took his length in my hand and pushed up on my knees, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, stopping me before I could lower myself.
“Bea, I don’t have a condom.” He grimaced as his tip brushed against my soaked opening. “Christ, I’m sorry.”
I shook my head, holding myself back from fighting against his grip. It was good one of us was being careful since I would have thrown caution to the wind. “I’ve been tested, and I have an IUD. You?”
“Tested, yeah.” He exhaled a heavy breath, his hold on me quaking. “Are you sure?”
I licked my parched lips. “Are you mine?”
He didn’t hesitate for even a second. “Unequivocally.”
“And do you have any more secrets you’re keeping from me?”
Again, no hesitation. “I own this house.”
I huffed a laugh. “Of course you do. Anything else?”
Everything he’d done was so wild and crazy, how could I not laugh and accept this man had no limits when it came to me?
“You know everything.”
“Then I’m yours too.”
His hand fell away as I sank down on him, not stopping until my ass hit his thighs and I was filled to the hilt.
Groaning, he slid his palms along my ass, taking hold of me. “There you are.” He pressed me down on him, somehow tunneling even deeper. “Right where you should be.”
I cupped his throat and slid my nose along his. “I need to go hard, baby. Are you into that?”
His hips bucked with surprising force, making me gasp. “Give it to me, Beatrice.”
Keeping one hand braced around the base of his neck, the other on his chest, fingers splaying across the hard ridges of his muscles, I lifted and dropped onto him again, harder. Tore’s head fell back against the couch, eyelids lowering to half-mast, lips parted in awe.
I did it again. And again. The sharp slap of skin meeting skin filled the room, filthy and desperate and perfect.
“Oh, fuck—yes,” he gasped, gripping my hips, guiding me, meeting every brutal thrust with one of his own, screwing into me just as hard from below.
“You feel so good inside me,” I moaned, digging my nails into his chest. “So perfect, Salvatore. I missed you so much, I can’t do that again.”
His hands clenched as he watched me, unblinking fascination raw in his expression. My body rippled as I bounced on him, and he didn’t miss any of it. He wasn’t just watching my breasts as they grazed up and down his chest. His gaze traveled over me—my belly as it moved and folded with every shift, my vibrating hips, my thick thighs spread over his lean ones. Inside me, I felt his desire growing impossibly thick and hard.
“You undo me, beautiful,” he gritted out. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Tipping my face down, I ghosted my lips over his. “And you’re mine.” My hold on his throat tightened just a little bit. “My very good boy.”
His answering groan was a crack of thunder in a clear blue sky, echoing off the walls of my heart, sending shivers through my body.
