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“It’s too much.” He groans as warmth explodes inside me.
“I think I’m the one that’s supposed to be saying that,” I tease him, but he doesn’t crack a smile. His breathing is rapid, but after a few seconds, it starts to even out. I keep stroking him, knowing my touch calms him somehow.
I think he might have come already, but his cock is still hard. I might actually be a siren if I got him off so quickly. I’ll try not to gloat about it later. Or maybe the man is so big that even when he’s not hard he’s still a lot to take. Either way, I want to take it all when it comes to Fernando. I want to know every inch of him.
“Bianca, what am I going to do with you?”
I lick my lips. I have a million ideas, but I go with the most logical at the moment. “Make love to me.”
“Love?”
“Yes, love. You can do that, can’t you? Love me?”
“I’ll spend my life doing that,” he vows before claiming my mouth in a soul-searing kiss.
It might not be an outright ‘I love you,’ but I know that’s what he means. I drop my hips onto the bed so that his cock slides partly out of me, but Fernando pushes forward, sinking himself inside me again.
I let out a moan. There is so much of him, but my body takes it as though I was made to fit him. Hell, who am I kidding? I want more. I dig my nails into his shoulders and move my hips with him, meeting each of his thrusts. The small burn I’d felt when he pressed fully inside me is long forgotten, and the only thing left is my Fernando.
At first, his strokes are slow and gentle, but I can tell he’s holding back. I read him better than I think he knows. He wants to drive into me and take what’s his, but he’s afraid of hurting me. What he doesn’t understand is that I want Fernandoandthe Butcher. They are one and the same, and I will love them both if I want us to last. I have to. I can’t force him to choose between the two. The same as I wouldn’t want him to change me unless I wanted to.
“Let go.” I stare up into his dark gaze. “You say I’m yours, then take me like I am.” As soon as the words leave my lips, all his control snaps. One hand reaches up to grab the headboard as he starts to thrust harder into me. His grunts fill the room. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
“Fernando.” I moan his name as my own orgasm starts to build. The whole bed rocks as he drives in and out of me. A sweet mixture of pain and pleasure bleeds together. I love it. There is something about it that feels so right.
Suddenly, he sinks his teeth into my neck. I scream out as the orgasm slams into me. The possessiveness of him marking me throws me over the edge into ecstasy. Fernando groans my name loudly as he comes with me. His body jerks over mine as he fills me with his seed.
There is no going back now. Not that I ever wanted to. Fernando has claimed not only my body but my heart. The burn I feel on my neck from his bite was the Butcher claiming me too. Fernando’s body gives way, coming down on top of me. He doesn’t give me all of his weight but a lot of it.
I wrap my arms around him. My body hums with happiness. I didn’t know there was this kind of joy out there. I knew you could be close to someone. I have that with my sister, but this is different. It’s soul deep.
“I love you,” he whispers as he lifts his head from where he buried it in my neck.
“I love—”
“Fuck!” Fernando barks. He pulls back, his cock sliding out of me. I give a small wince. He leaps from the bed, far more graceful than a man his size should be able to, but he still comes down with a loud thud that shakes the room.
I sit up, and a mixture of our fluids spills out of me as I do. I glance around, thinking something is wrong. Has someone found us? Fernando stares at me with horror on his face.
“What’s happening?” He reaches out to start to touch my neck but stops. Then his eyes drop to the bed between my thighs. Blood and both of our orgasms mark my thighs and the sheets. I notice his cock is coated in it too.
“Don’t you do it, Fernando.” He’s not going to backtrack and start to freak out. He’s always so scared he’s going to hurt me, but hurt isn’t always physical. I think he knows that more than he realizes.
“I already did it, clearly.” He starts to pace. “I marked your delicate, precious skin. I—”
“Gave me a taste of the Butcher.” He stops pacing, his whole body going tense.
“I love you too, Fernando.” I lick my lips and sit up onto my knees, completely naked in the center of the bed. I leave my thighs parted so it’s very clear what he just did, and that I wanted every bit of it. I reach my hand out for him to take. He does. “I love you too, Butcher.”
19
BUTCHER
“More.” I press a forkful of pancake into her mouth.
She takes it, chewing slowly. “I’m stuffed. Seriously,” she says around the mouthful.
I narrow my eyes at her, then glance at her nearly clean plate. She’s eaten almost everything I made for her, plus drank two cups of coffee. Maybe I can finally lay off. I just hate the thought of her being hungry, especially since I feel like I wore her out in bed before giving her a chance at breakfast.
