My heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe.“What things?”
“Things like coming home to you.Waking up next to you every morning.Keeping you safe, not because it is strategic, but because the idea of anything happening to you makes me want to burn the world down.”His hand comes back up to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my cheekbone.“I have never let anyone get this close.Never let anyone matter, because the moment you care about someone, they become a weakness.A target.A vulnerability that can destroy you.”
“Lorenzo—”
“I thought I could keep you at a distance,” he continues.“I thought if I stayed cold, if I did not let you in, I could control what I feel.But it doesn’t fucking work.Because even when I am gone, even when I am trying not to think about you, all I can think about is you.Where you are?What you are doing?Whether you are safe.”His forehead drops to mine.“And it scares the shit out of me.Because I have enemies, Bella.Dangerous people who would use you against me in a heartbeat if they knew.If they figured out that you are not just my wife.That you are—” He stops.Swallows hard.
“That I am what?”I whisper.
His eyes are dark and intense, burning with something that seems terrifyingly like love.“That you are the one thing I cannot lose.The one person who could actually destroy me if something were to happen to you.”
The confession lingers between us, more personal than anything we’ve ever shared.
“So I push you away,” he says.“I go cold, convincing myself that if I keep my distance, if I don’t let you all the way in, then maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much when the inevitable happens.When someone tries to take you from me.”
“No one is going to take me away from you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Neither do you,” I say, cupping his face, forcing his gaze to meet mine.“So stop trying to protect yourself from something that might never happen.Stop pushing me away and making me feel like I don’t matter when I do.”
His hand covers mine, pressing my palm more firmly against his cheek.“You matter more than anything.That’s the problem.”
Before I can respond, his mouth crashes into mine with a hunger that makes my knees weak.His tongue slides into my mouth, hot and insistent, as he takes what he wants.I moan against him as my hands fists in his shirt, pulling him closer until there is no space left between us.
“I have been dreaming about this for two fucking days,” he mutters against my lips, before moving his mouth down to my throat.His teeth scrape against my skin, biting down hard enough to make me gasp.“About fucking you.About burying my cock so deep inside your pussy you forget everything except my name.”
His hand slides down my body.He grips my ass hard enough to bruise and yanks me against him.I can feel the thick length of his cock pressing against me through his pants.
“Feel that?”His voice is a low growl.“That is what you do to me.Two fucking days and all I could think about is coming back here and fucking this pussy until you scream.”
“Then stop talking,” I breathe.“And fuck me.”
Something dangerous flashes in his eyes.He grabs the neckline of my dress and rips it open.Buttons scatter across the floor, the sound of fabric tearing making me impossibly wetter.His eyes rake over me, dark and hungry, taking in the black lace barely containing my breasts.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, yanking the lace down roughly and taking my nipple in his mouth.He sucks hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
“Lorenzo,” I gasp, as my head falls back against the wall.My fingers thread through his hair.
His hand slides down my stomach, over my hip, pushing the remains of my dress up around my waist.His fingers hook into my panties, and he tears them off in one brutal motion.
“These are in my fucking way,” he says, sliding a hand between my thighs and he groans when he feels how wet I am.“Christ.Your pussy is already soaked for me.You got this wet thinking about me fucking someone else?”
“Yes,” I admit, the word coming out strangled as his fingers slide through my wetness.“I hated it.”
“Good.”He pushes two fingers inside me without warning and I cry out.“Because no one else gets to touch this pussy.No one else gets to make you this wet.This belongs to me.Fucking say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp as his fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur.“My pussy is yours.”
“That’s fucking right.”His thumb presses against my clit as his fingers pump in and out of me.“And I am going to fuck it so hard you will never question who owns you again.”
He pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth.He sucks them clean, his eyes fixed on mine, groaning at the taste.
“Fucking delicious,” he says.“But I want you to come on my cock, not my fingers.”
He reaches between us, and I hear the sound of his belt and zipper.He pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock.It springs free, thick, hard, and already leaking.My mouth waters at the sight of it.
“You want this cock?”he asks, as his hand wraps around himself, stroking slowly.“Tell me how badly you want it.”
