Ignoring the shake of my hands, I curve them around his jaw, which ticks so furiously, it pounds against my palm. “Let me be your light,” I plea, staring into his dark eyes.
He stares at me impassively, his whole demeanor off kilter.
“I need you, Enrique.” I tilt my lips closer to his. “I love you.”
My heart shatters when he mutters against my lips, “Then you understand why I need to do this.”
After pressing a brief peck to the side of my mouth, he stalks out of the room without a backward glance.
Chapter 29
Isense Rico’s presence before I feel him. The stranglehold that’s been clutching my heart the past two days loosens when he slides into our bed and gathers me into his arms. I’ve been sick with worry the last forty-eight hours, but when I saw the grim look on Erik’s face when he collected Maya this morning, my anxiety grew. I was barely functioning as it was, but the concern lining Erik’s face activated a self-preservation mode I haven’t used in years. I’ve spent the entire day operating in auto-pilot. I haven’t cried. I haven’t spoken a word. I just sent numerous prayers to God for Rico to be returned home safe and uninjured. Thankfully, my prayers appear to have been answered.
Blood rushes to my heart when Rico mutters in my ear, “Be my light, Kitten. I need my light.” His deep voice is low and brimmed with uncertainty.
Brushing a rogue, sentimental tear off my cheek, I roll onto my opposite hip. The air is forcefully removed from my lungs when my eyes are met with his beautifully tormented gaze. His pupils are wide; his eyes the blackest I’ve ever seen them. They look utterly soulless.
My shaky hands cup the edge of his jaw as I move my lips closer to his. My mouth swallows the deep sigh expelled from his lips when I seal it over his. He kisses me like he never has before. A heart-tethering kiss that sooths the nick in my bleeding heart. He savors every inch of my mouth in long, controlled strokes, like I'm truly his savior.
Within minutes, I go from the depths of despair to wildly turned on. Nothing is on my mind but enjoying every precious moment with the man in front of me—the stranger I married. Only Rico’s kisses can do that. Only his touch can make me fully forget.
When his strong hands move up my back, a gathering of goosebumps follow their trail. As his tongue slides around my mouth, he hauls me so close to him that not even air exist between us. I gasp, incredibly aroused when the heat of his thick cock presses against my aching-core. When his spicy scent lingers into my nostrils, the movements of my hands become needy. They are all over him. Touching, stroking, groping. I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.
Rico slides his hand down to my ass and grips it tightly. I purr, loving the bite of his fingers on my skin. He stills my movements when I buck against him, soundlessly urging for him to do it again.
“No, Kitten.” His words are clipped and dangerous, adding to my excitement raging in the pit of my womb.
“Please,” I beg unashamedly. “You’ll never hurt me, but I want to feel you, Enrique. I need to feel you. On me. In me. Everywhere.”
Two lithe movements have my position switched from lying on my side to balancing on my knees. My bare ass is thrusted high in the air, and the coolness of the air-conditioning blows on the heated ache between my legs.
“You want to feel me?” Rico’s voice is gravelly.
I nod, a little overeagerly.
“Everywhere?”
“Yes,” I beg with excitement evident in my voice. “Everywhere.”
He slaps my ass—hard. I cry out, and my knees slide across the crisp sheets, trying to lessen the furious throb between my legs. Rico stops my efforts by cupping his hand over my pussy.
“Ah, my naughty kitten. Saturated.” His tone is lower than I’ve ever heard. “You like to be punished? You enjoy the roughness?”
I don’t answer his questions. I’ve lost the ability to do anything but surrender to the man stroking the bud of my throbbing clit.
Blood rushes to the surface of my skin as the heat of desire blazes through my veins when Rico inflicts another perfect smack to my tingly backside.
“Not yet, Kitten. When you come, it will be on my cock,” Rico demands, sensing the upwelling of desire scorching my blood.
The edge of arrogance in his low tone bolsters my eagerness. Although he’s always been a dominate lover, this morning, he has a blood-pumping edge of unbridled assertiveness attached to his natural dominance.
He adjusts the tilt of my hips, erotically exposing me even more. My race to climax speeds when he runs his thumb up and down the folds of my pussy, coating it in my juices. His meekest touch has my orgasm precariously balancing on the edge of a very steep cliff. When he removes his thumb from my slicked sex, he slides it across the puckered hole of my rear. I stiffen and crank my neck back to peer at him.
“You said everywhere, Kitten.” He stares at me with a set of eyes I don’t recognize.
When he adds pressure to his thumb circling my back entrance, my body puts up a protest to the intrusion. Although I’ve experienced a vast range of sexual positions with Rico the past five days, I’ve never participated inthistype of situation.
Sensing my body’s reluctance, Rico moves his spare hand away from my hip and strokes my clit with perfectly precise flicks. His thumbs roll in sync, stimulating both entrances in slow tantalizing swirls. In no time at all, I once again become lost in the chase of climax.
