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His hand slides between our bodies, down my chest, then along my stomach until he reaches my pussy. A shudder passes through me when he moves his finger between my folds and presses it against my touch-hungry clit. I pass my fingers through his thick hair and bite at the side of his chin. The pressure between my legs builds as he keeps teasing me with his finger, and I want to scream from the need to have him move inside me. Still, the devil stays stone-still.
“Salvatore!” I snap, then whimper when he pinches my clit.
“Yes, Milene?” He bites my lip.
“Stop torturing me.”
“All right.” He removes his hand, and I scream in frustration.
“You are a dead man,” I say through my teeth.
“Make up your mind, cara.” He bends his head to lick my neck, then slides his cock inside me. “Is this what you want?”
I squeeze my legs around his waist and tighten my hold on the hair at the back of his neck, then tilt my head to the side and bury my teeth into his biceps. “Yes.”
I feel him swell inside me. Threading his fingers in my hair, he slides out only to slam back inside with such force he pushes me all the way up the bed, and my head almost hits the headboard. It probably would have, if he hadn’t had a protective hand ready in place.
“Always planning in advance,” I breathe, then moan when he slams into me again.
“Of course.” Another thrust. “Did you think I would ever let you get hurt?”
I open my mouth to say no, but his next forward motion forces his cock so deep inside I choke on my own breath. My walls spasm, and I move my hand to place it at his throat, using a little pressure. Fingers in my hair curl into a fist. Salvatore’s hand moves down my thigh, pulls my leg up and to the side, and he thrusts deeper into me. His lips trail kisses along my jaw toward my mouth until they finally reach mine. I take his lower lip between my teeth and bite. The pounding intensifies. I put a bit more pressure into my bite until I taste the metallic tang of blood. Salvatore goes into a frenzy.
The bed screeches under me, headboard banging against the wall in time with his pounding. It’s like we’re in the middle of a damn earthquake, and I’m being ruthlessly—bang—beautifully—bang—destroyed.
I scream as I come, white stars exploding behind my eyelids as Salvatore keeps on driving into me. His enormous cock assaults my pussy until he finds his own release, and the heat of him pours inside me. He thrusts one last time. The sound of breaking wood fills the room.
* * *
I lift my head from Salvatore’s chest and trace the line of his eyebrow with my pinkie, then let it travel down and along his chin. “I can’t believe you broke the fucking bed.”
“It was old,” he says and turns his head to the side to plant a kiss against the tips of my fingers.
There’s a long horizontal crack along the entirelength of the headboard. With the decorative curlicues along its sides, it certainly does appear ancient. “How old, exactly?”
“A hundred years, or something like that.”
I gape at him. “You destroyed a fucking antique. Barbarian.”
“You curse too much, Milene.”
“No shit?” I laugh. “We’re getting a new bed from Target.”
“We are not buying a bed at Target.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Snobbish much?”
“I am,” he says and takes my chin between his fingers. “But you love me anyway.”
It’s a statement. Delivered in his even tone, the one he uses when ordering people around. However, there is a question in those light brown eyes that watch me so intently.
“But I love you anyway, Tore.” I smile.
His gaze moves to my lips and stays there. “I love you, too.”
My breath catches. His eyes move back to mine as his other hand comes to stroke my ear. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I know it’s not easy. Being loved by me.”
I bite my bottom lip and take a deep breath. “You’re wrong.” I know he loves me, but it’s different when he says it. That he’s reached the point where he can utter those three little words means more than the sentiment itself. “Being loved by you, is the best fucking feeling in the world.”
