Page 41 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Do you know how much it pisses my parents off that I never bothered to learn enough Italian to carry a conversation?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s a source of disappointment.” She traced the tattoo again. “What’s it say?”

“Love is strong.”

Catherine pursed her lips. “Except morte means death, Cross. I know enough, remember. I just can’t carry a conversation.”

Smart girl.

“Like death,” he said quieter.

Catherine’s lashes dipped lower as her gaze skirted away from his. “Love is strong …”

“Like death.”

“Okay, that’s enough talking.”

Yeah, he figured. Too much. Too deep. She wasn’t there for that. He closed the distance between their mouths once more, needing to kiss that entire fucking conversation away if he could manage it.

Cross only left her long enough to shirk his pants off, but not before grabbing the foil packet in the back pocket.

Catherine snatched the condom from his hand as he leaned back between her thighs on the chaise. Her warm palm tightened around his length, and stroked him fast and firm. Just the fucking way he liked. He was already hard as hell. She made his cock throb with the feeling of her manicured fingernails grazing the sensitive tip and dragging down the vein on the underside of his shaft.

With a promisingly sinful smirk, Catherine let him go long enough to rip the condom open, and fit it down his length with teasing fingers. The spiked heels of her Louboutin shoes found the backs of his thighs, and with a tightening of her legs, he was already coming closer.

Cross’s hand slipped underneath Catherine’s jaw, and she tipped her head back over the end of the chaise. Brown waves of hair spilled over the floor when he sunk his cock into her cunt. He swore every single one of her inner muscles squeezed him to death on that first flex.

Nothing felt better than her.

It was still just her for him.

Catherine let out a hard exhale, and her blown pupils danced with pleasure. “Fuck me.”

“Yeah?”

He held off on moving, though it damn near killed him to do it.

“Fuck me, Cross,” she repeated.

“You need it bad, babe?”

The huskiness in his tone edged his words.

“Cross, I swear …”

He flashed her a single grin as he pulled out of her, and then slammed right back in again. There was no pause between his thrusts after that. She didn’t want gentle either, so he fucked her hard. She sucked two of his fingers between her reddened lips as she shook her way through another orgasm.

Cross pulled her off the chaise and bent her over it before she had even finished. His cock was balls-deep into her cunt once more, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm shuddering through her pussy.

“Come on, babe, take my fucking cock,” Cross murmured in her ear.

Catherine sighed, pleased, as his fingers weaved into her hair and tugged her head back. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Never.

Between the music of her cries, she begged.