A flood of heat surges into my chest in a way I’ve never experienced. I’m addicted to her. My skin blazes where it rubs against hers. My fingers continue to manipulate her tits, my lips kiss her everywhere, and my breathing gets faster and faster. I’m so into this woman.
I grab the back of her head. “Who do you belong to? Say it out loud.”
“I belong to you.”
“Who?” I bite the word in half, so close to coming.
“Giovanni Souza,” she whimpers, both of us panting loudly. “I love you.”
A shooting spark jolts inside of me. I close my eyes for a moment to rein it in.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back. I know you love me too.”
Her bright, lusty gaze burns my barriers to ashes. I clench my back teeth and drive my pelvis upward, fucking her harder. Doing what I do best.
“We should make things official between us.” I hold her gaze, sweating and grunting. “I want you to be mine in every possible way.”
“How?” she groans, barely able to speak.
I shake my head and blink away the stars in my eyes, quickly capturing her chin and bruising her lips—the kiss rough.
“Give it to me harder.” She moans when I thrust in deeper.
And that’s all it takes, a well-angled upward thrust to send my body into a breath-stealing spasm. An electric current shoots from my balls and spreads like forks of lightning through my body.
“Oh, my God… y-yes… right there!” Her body shakes, the surge of pleasure strong.
Sharp teeth sink into my neck, sending shocks right to my heart. The beating organ thumps so damn hard I go blind for a few seconds. Her inner walls clamp tight around me as my cum spurts into her convulsing body.
I’m awestruck and temporarily dazed. I secure her against my chest, tight and possessive. She trembles in the aftermath, both of us regulating our breathing in the silence.
When her muscles finally relax and her pulse begins to slow, I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head. I could sit like this forever.
“You like slow fucks, baby?” I say next to her ear, my voice hoarse.
“It doesn’t matter how it’s done, as long as it’s with you.” She peers up at me, her cheek still stuck to my sweaty chest. “So, how do we make it official? Are you talking about a wedding?”
I frown. “A wedding? Fuck, no.”
India pulls back and stares at me, a glint of hurt in her eyes. That’s not my intention, but white weddings with spectators aren’t my thing.
My gaze falls on the golden pendant hung around her neck. It’s new to me and won’t stop catching my eye. Red jewels form an ‘S’shape, and it has a tiny hinge on one side.
“Where did you get the locket?” I ask, my hackles suddenly rising.
She reaches for it immediately, almost trying to hide it with her fingertips. “André and Sinéad gave it to me for my birthday.”
“Is there a photo inside?”
She nods. A worried crease lines her brow and she scrapes her hair back from her face. “Yeah. It's just a keepsake. You know, something to remem––”
My stomach knots. “Open it.” I cut her off, the order lashing out like a whip.
“Gio… why are you so angry? You haven’t even seen it.”
“Because I know exactly what my brother is trying to do.”
I know this reaction is irrational given she’s home now, but still, I’m her man. I’m the guy to lavish her with expensive gifts, be by her side, creating millions of happy memories together—Leo and I are her family now.
