It should. It really should. This man is a criminal. There is nothing light about that threat.
But Claudio had started fucking the first woman he stumbled across once I left. Hell, it was likely he’d been doing it already.
Rocco would kill for me.
And there was nothing more intoxicating than that.
“No,” I gasp as I plunge myself down to the hilt, arching my back in pleasure. “I trust you to protect me.”
“Because you’remine,Cas,” he hisses into the darkness, and my heart shines right back.
So I ride him, letting him claim me, chasing my pleasure and the soft grunts he makes when I take him whole. The sound of our slapping skin fills the space between us as I bounce over and over.
The darkness only makes everything feel closer, more sensual, more private. I lose myself entirely to it, not caring when Rocco’s hands drop from my chest to my waist, slamming me down harder.
And when the urge becomes too overwhelming, I lean forward and take his lips with mine. And this.Thisis what I’ve been missing. The way his lips set a fire within me is so pleasurable that, even though he pounds so deeply inside me,thisis what begins my climax.
He can feel it, too. He must because our kisses become more frantic, more filthy, as I slam down harder and harder. The car beneath us shakes in time with the movement.
I could bask in this moment forever. But I have to pull away to adjust my angle, to bury him further.
“Don’t leave,” his voice gasps in the darkness.
Is he saying that because he can no longer reach my kisses? Or is it something more?
We both groan as this new angle sends pleasure coursing into my core. I won’t be able to hold on much longer.
“I won’t,” I pant back.
I’m completely unaware of his creeping thumb until it’s circling my clit.
I move harder, quicker. Suddenly, the friction isn’t enough. I need more. More of him. I need to be closer.
I lower myself to him. Frantically searching for his mouth.
But he finds me first. Capturing my lips with his.
Our tongues wrestle as our bodies move in synchronization. His thumb plays with me expertly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I tear myself from his lips, throwing my head back in ecstasy as we slam into each other, unsure where my body ends and his begins.
His cock twitches inside of me, and it becomes my undoing.
I scream his name as we come together.
And for a moment, there is nothing.
There’s just the two of us sharing gasping breaths, aching bodies, and a ragged, broken heartbeat.
I lay on top of him, utterly spent and exhausted. His arms wrap around me gently as we just breathe each other in and out.
This isn’t like the other times.
Something has shifted.
Even the way he kisses the top of my head feels more intimate, as if by screaming his name while we came together somehow branded him on my very skin.
“I could just stay here,” I murmur across his chest.
