Page 149 of Sicilian Sunset


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Still, his hold on me is unrelenting, and damn if it doesn’t turn me on even more.

Out of the blue, an orgasm erupts in my core like a volcanic explosion on Mount Etna. I groan as my body shudders and spasms. Tiero seems to have waited for just that.

With his free hand, he lifts my legs over his shoulders, and I have even less freedom to move than before.

Then he really lets me have it.

He’s as wild and untamed as the beast tattooed on his back. His hips work at piston pace, and all I can do is lay there and take all he has to give me.

Just as a second orgasm hits my body like a lightning strike, he lets go, too. He roars like a lion and comes almost violently deep inside me.

He holds still, eyes closed as if frozen in time.

When his eyes reopen, they’re like lasers. He towers over me, and I couldn’t look away if I tried, the magnetism between us activated in full force.

Finally, he releases my hands, lowers my trembling legs, and drapes his body gently over mine. Holding my face in his hands, he kisses me with a gentleness that wasn’t possible seconds ago. And I melt—melt against his body and into his lips.

This man!

How will I ever get over him?

We stay like this, glued together, just kissing.

Then Tiero is growing hard again. How is that even possible? He just blew a huge load.

This is going to be a long, long night.

I’m woken from deep sleep by soft kisses along my jaw, and Tiero’s long fingers stroking my cheek.

Noooo. No more sex!

Wow, I’m surprising myself with that thought. It’s never entered my mind before. But I don’t think my body can take any more.

My eyes refuse to open, too heavy to even move an inch.

“Angel,” Tiero’s deep timbre somehow penetrates the fog in my head.

Seeking his warmth, I rub my cheek against his hands. With a sleepy smile, I force my eyes to open. They might as well be weighed down by sandbags.

Tiero is sitting on the edge of the bed, already fully dressed.

“What time is it?” I croak, noting it’s still dark outside.

His other hand finds mine, and he squeezes it tenderly. “It’s just past four o’clock. I have to go. My plane to Roma is leaving in half an hour.”

He leans down and kisses me with such reverence. It’s quite the opposite of the demanding, forceful kisses he showered me with all night.

Hmm, this is nice.

I try to get out of bed, but wince when I move. My body does not want to co-operate.

Holy shit, I’m sore.

Rhia might really need a wheelchair to pick me up.

Before I can get too much further, Tiero stops me. “No, princess, stay in bed. Get more rest.”

I smile at him, thankful for not having to move. Rest sounds good.

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