Page 136 of Vicious Temptation

Thiago kisses me hard, swallowing the sound while his hand slides down my back and grips my ass.

“Much better.”

His thumb traces slowly along the curve, and his mouth brushes mine. “One day, you’re going to let me have you another way.”

My breath hitches when his finger pushes against the tight rim of muscles.

“You tell me when you’re ready,” he adds, voice dropping. “I’ll take my time with you, baby.”

The promise burns deep in my belly. God, I want that.

Apparently, my face gives me away because a smug smile spreads across his mouth.

I swipe it away with my thumb. “Keep talking and I’m biting you again.”

“Promise?”

I sink my teeth into the side of his neck. His groan vibrates against my mouth, and the next thrust makes my thighs jerk around his hips.

“Caralho, você é minha⁠*.” He kisses me. “You have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me with nothing between us.”

My stomach flutters. My Portuguese is nowhere near good enough to catch everything Thiago says when he slips into it, but I know enough to recognize that “minha” means mine.

He means the condom. I know he means the fucking condom. But hearing him call me his while we’re skin to skin makes that explanation feel a little too convenient.

I pull him closer, impossibly closer, wanting every inch my body will let me have.

Thiago responds with a powerful thrust that draws a moan from me and sends water spilling over the edge and onto the terrace.

“More. Give me more.”

His palm slides up my side and closes around my breast as he settles into a faster rhythm. “That piercing feels different without the condom, doesn’t it?”

I dig my nails into his shoulders when the metal drags across me again. “You already know it does.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I fucking love it.”

His lips brush my ear. “Good, because feeling you like this is fucking with my head.”

The words make my hips roll to meet him. “Then we’re even.”

He keeps moving, and the control he’s been holding on to starts to slip. The change in him is immediate as his breathing turns rougher against my mouth and his hold on me grows firmer while the water churns violently around our bodies.

“Fuck, fera.”

“Thiago…”

A deafening boom splits the night before I can say anything else, and I jolt in his arms.

“What the fuck?”

Thiago stops immediately and looks toward the skyline as a burst of red light blooms over the buildings, followed by another explosion in white and blue.

Fireworks fill the sky.

I stare at them until the date finally clicks into place.