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“Caught you,” he said darkly. “Now you’re going to pay.”
“Make me.” I rubbed myself over the erection wedged between the split of my ass.
“Insolent little brat,” he grated, flipping me to my back. The light from the lantern irradiated his starved expression. The untamed energy quaking through Zeno’s form seeped into my pores like power until I was charged with the same zeal as him.
Our mouths crashed together like two waves.
God, I missed his touch, his taste, his scent, his everything.
I clawed at Zeno’s dress shirt, ripping it open with desperate hands, while he dragged the hemline of my dress up to my waist, baring my pussy for his ministrations. The chase got both of us hot and Zeno cursed when he found me wet and ready.
My husband fucked me with three fingers, the intrusion welcomed after days of wishing for this very thing.
“Let another man touch you and I’ll fucking kill him.” He slapped my pussy. “You know the rules, Darla. You.”Slap. “Are.”Slap. “Mine.”
“I don’t want to belong to anyone else!”
Zeno shoved those same fingers into my mouth. I sucked voraciously while he undid his belt buckle and reached into his pants to fist his hard cock, veined and engorged with need. The thick head poked my entrance and before I could inhale a breath, he bottomed inside of me in one thrust.
I sobbed, arching my back, my walls gripping him so tight.
He threw his head back on a groan.
Zeno’s hands found purchase around my neck and then he fucked me into the grass like a filthy animal rutting inside his mate.
My eyes rolled into my skull.
This was my sanctuary.
This moment right here, where my husband gazed down at me with a ravaged look in his eyes.
“You think I haven’t missed you?” He leaned down to wrest my mouth in a heart-melting kiss. “You think I haven’t been walking around the house feeling like half a man with half a heart?”
I whimpered when he hit the spot that made me see a burst of stars. My fingernails scratched down his thick muscles. “Zeno!”
The skies opened up and a raindrop hit my forehead.
Light drizzle began to sprinkle around us like confetti.
He thrust in an uncivilized rhythm, his forearms on either side of my head, his cross swinging between the valley of my breasts, his masculine grunts in my ears. Our kiss tasted of whiskey, rain, and the unmistakable imbue of forgiveness.
Primal need fueled this monsoon. The rain crashed down harder, soaking us to the bones. The material of my dress stuck to my skin and Zeno’s impatient hands stretched my neckline enough to bare my tits for his tongue, his thickness filling my pussy to the brim.
Every thrust shattered and healed me at once.
My own hunger drove me to bite the tattooed pec containing the wordsSenza tentazioni,senza onoreand Zeno groaned gutturally.
“You’re essential to my being. I’m consumed by you. Every breath I take is laced with everlasting yearning for you,” he panted, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re my home and I’m lost without you, Darla.”
“Then why have you avoided me for days?” Tears prickled my eyes and I beat my fists feebly against his chest. “Why haven’t you come to talk to me?”
His big body covered mine even more firmly, a shield against the raging sky above. He knew I didn’t like thunderstorms. They scared me. “Because I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“You do, Zeno. You have it.” I clutched the nape of his neck. The feel of my ring against his skin was a reminder of our vows. “I’ve felt like half a heart without you too.”
Droplets of rain clung to Zeno’s lashes and rivulets of water travelled down his handsome face. “End my misery. Tell me you’ll never feel it. Tell me I’m insane for wishing it.”
“I don’t understand, Zeno.”
