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I bit my lower lip and he cracked his fingers down two more times, the sting creating an explosive wave of heat. “I’ll be a very good girl.”
For a few seconds, he took his time soothing the ache, slathering my clit with the wetness of his tongue. I could easily climax this way and I had a feeling he knew it. Panting, I fisted his hair, marveling in how luxurious it felt, every muscle in my body already aching.
Then he wrapped his arms around my thighs, spreading them as wide open as they would go, immediately burying his head.
And in that moment, I said the words I hadn’t thought I ever would again, the years fading into the distance as if they’d never happened.
“I love you.”
CHAPTER 22
Francesco
For the second time I’d given Christiana a choice.
That wasn’t like me.
I took everything I wanted. That was well known, my reputation created and grown by my actions. Granted, when I was around her everything seemed different, as if I could smash the hands of time or the effects of war. Maybe both.
What I didn’t want to say to her was that while this wasn’t a game, the strategies needed were similar to an act of war. I was completely cognizant that I was playing with her life, although if the bastard dared touch a hair on her head, I’d bring the wrath of God down so fast he wouldn’t have time to take a single breath.
And I’d ensure that the agony he would endure was the worst of anything I’d inflicted.
What I did know for certain was that Christiana Lorenzo had always belonged to me. Fate had determined it years ago. It had simply taken eighteen years to bring the decision made upon our births to fruition.
Did that make me sound weak or perhaps superstitious? What the fuck did I care?
I was done waiting to lay claim to her for the final time. Tasting her was just the beginning. Fucking her into submission would happen next.
After that? I’d save her from the atrocities of her life before I perfected our union inside a church.
My soul be damned if necessary.
“My perfect baby,” I mused and buried my tongue into her tight channel, longing to drown myself in her like a man dying of thirst. As I lapped her cream, every sound she made enflamed the fire, every savage tug of her hand fisted around my hair continuing to drive me into insanity.
No other woman had done this. Only her. Always her.
My little dove.
My precious flower.
My lioness.
The taste of her was sweeter than before. If that was even possible. I swirled the tip of my tongue around her clit, pulling the tender tissue between my teeth and sucking. As she thrashed on the seat, I dug my fingers into her soft skin, drinking in her delicious essence.
I wanted to spend the entire night doing this instead of letting her go, requiring her to return to what I considered little more than a prison.
Hopefully, she would understand the next few days would need to be handled carefully in order for this to work without fear of continuous retaliation.
It was time for the bloodshed to end.
My sentiment was something else that surprised me.
As I dragged my tongue down her sweet pussy, her juice covering my tongue, she continued to writhe in my hold. I enjoyed watching her reaction, the way heated embarrassment floated across her jaw more than once. She was still so innocent no matter how tough she tried to make herself out to be.
However, being with me would tarnish every inch of her. I couldn’t wait to do so, teaching her about the joys of BDSM, watching the precious rosebud turn into a stunning flower. I licked fervently, thrusting my tongue inside. I rolled my hands over her legs, sliding open her pussy lips and exposing every inch of her.
She was far too delicious, delicate in a way that I still wasn’t prepared to handle. I wanted to think that she’d been with no one else since we’d been together but that was ridiculous. However, what I’d told her was true.
