I part my lips in invitation and his stroking increases.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice is gruff with desire.
“Then fuck me,” I plead. “Take me now. I’m so fucking wet for you, Rocco. Please.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. The next thing I know, his lips are crashing against mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth desperately.
I can taste myself on his lips, and I groan at the sensation of it all. It will never get enough of this.
I’m so distracted I barely notice that he’s lining himself up at my entrance. When he plunges into me, groaning with pleasure until he is fully sheathed inside, the stars return with a vengeance.
“I love you,” I gasp.
Because there’s never been a moment when that hasn’t been more true.
But to my dismay, Rocco stops again. My straining core is struggling with the effort of keeping him within.
A gentle hand tilts my chin upwards, and I meet his endlessly gray eyes. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
His mouth meets mine again as he finally, finally begins to move. But this time, his movements are powerful and relentless.
He growls possessively, “Tell me you’re mine.”
I have to grip onto my restraints to keep myself anchored so that every time he pounds into me, he still hits that delicious mark.
“I’m yours.” My tongue dances hungrily with his.
I lose myself to the rhythm of our joined sexes.
My orgasm explodes from me in a violent ecstasy, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t offer me any relief until my second has grown to a breaking point, and then he too, shudders with the outburst of our desire.
We cum together, wrapped around each other in an inseparable union. The restraints around my wrists loosen as if knowing that their purpose has been served.
For what feels like hours, we simply lie there, basking in the beautiful joy of each other's bodies.
“Nothing has ever felt so right.” Rocco breaks the comfortable silence first.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” I agree.
He plants a gentle kiss on my forehead. “And soon, we’ll have a little one to add to our joy.”
I hum noncommittally before I bury my face in his neck. My tongue darts out to lick the sensitive spot I know sends him completely wild. “I guess there’s nothing else for it.”
Rocco props himself up on his hand, pulling himself away. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, we can’t exactly be doing this all the time when the baby is born,” I point out.
His eyes twinkle mischievously. “I suppose that means we should go again.”
“You took the words straight out of my mouth.”
FIRST EPILOGUE
Cassandra, Three Months Later
I’m going to kill Mia Chiavari.
