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“Patience,bellisima.” David kisses me, his fingers sliding against my clit for just a moment as he adjusts my panties, making me arch into him. “I’ll fuck you just the way you need,cara mia.”
I believe him. Whatever happened tonight to change his mood, he wants my pleasure as much as his own tonight, and it makes me desperate to get him into bed. I take his hand, hearing him laugh as we hurry out of the elevator, and it’s all I can do not to grab him again as he slips his black card into the door and opens it wide.
The moment it closes behind us, I kiss him again. I feel empty, hollow after he slipped out of me, and David groans, his hands finding the zipper of my dress and dragging it down. “I want you naked,cara mia,” he murmurs, eagerly seeking out my bare flesh as the silk falls away, palms sliding over my waist and hips as he yanks my panties down. “Bare, except for that jewelry. Dripping in gems for me, and nothing else.”
The words roll off of his tongue, his accent thickened with lust, and I tilt my head back as he kisses my neck, backing me towards the master suite. I see all the surfaces we could be fucking on already—the bar counter, the leather couch, up against the huge window—but David seems intent on having me in the bed. He strips off his shirt as we stumble backward, yanking the buttons free, and by the time we reach the edge of the huge king-sized bed, we’re both naked.
I pull back, breathless, as I look at him. He looks like a fucking god, chiseled with muscle and tattooed, dark hair sprinkled over his chest and narrowing down into the thick line that ends just below his navel, where his massive cock strains upwards. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his length, and fall to my knees.
“Bellisima—” he groans aloud, looking down at me with lust-darkened eyes. “Amalie—”
It’s the first time he’s ever protested me doing this, even a little bit. Usually, he demands it. “I want you in my mouth,” I whisper, and I mean it. I’m aching for him to be inside of me again, but I want to taste him too, and I relish the sound of near-pained pleasure he makes when I press my lips against his swollen, sensitive cockhead. My tongue flicks out, tasting my own arousal mingled with his pre-cum, and something about that sends another flood of desire through me. I can feel myself dripping, soaked with need, and I wrap my lips around him, sliding his cock over my tongue as I struggle to take him deeper into my mouth.
“Ohgod.” David grips the back of my head, his hips rocking forward. “Your fucking mouth—those pretty lips—fuck. I love watching you suck my fucking cock—” His jaw tightens, and I feel his thigh flex under my hand as he struggles to let me set my own pace, not to fuck my mouth the way I know he wants to. I feel the same rush of desire that I felt in Ibiza, the desire to please him, and I slide my lips down further, trying to take as much of him into my mouth as I can.
His hand tightens in my hair when his cockhead presses against the back of my throat, and he pulls free of my mouth suddenly, his cock so stiff that it nearly presses against his belly as he steps back and pulls me to my feet.
“I need you.” His voice is hoarse, almost desperate, as he grabs my waist and picks me up, laying me back on the bed. “I need to be in you.Fuck—”
The lust in the air feels so thick, so strong, that it makes me feel as if I can’t breathe. David’s mouth crushes against mine again as he pushes himself between my legs, thrusting into me so hard and fast that it knocks what little air is left from my lungs. His hands are on my hips, holding me still as he fucks me with long, slow strokes that make me arch and cry out, writhing on his cock as he drags his mouth down my throat. His teeth graze against the diamonds lying against my skin, the jewelry cold compared to the heated flush burning through me, the hot slide of his cock into me again and again. He thrusts harder, grinding against my clit with every impact of his body against mine, and I realize with a dizzying rush that I’m going to come again, every muscle in my body winding tight.
“I want to come in you,” he breathes in my ear. “I want to fucking fill you with it. I want it dripping out of you, my pretty little bride. I want to keep you full of it, so that if any other man dared touch you, it’d be me all over his fingers. His cock.Mine.” He nearly snarls the last word, hips slamming hard against mine, the fullness of his cock inside of me nearly driving me over the edge.
“You’d kill anyone who touched me,” I breathe, looking up at him with lust-glazed eyes, the thought of it sending another wracking jolt of desire through me. “I know you would.”
“I’d make them watch me fuck you first.” David wraps his hand in my hair, drawing himself out of me slowly, until only the swollen tip is still buried between my folds. He thrusts shallowly, the ridge of his cockhead rubbing against the sensitive spot just inside of me, and then his hips snap forward, burying himself inside of me so roughly that I nearly scream. “I’d make them watch you come, over and over, screaming my name. I’d make sure they thought long and hard about how they’d never touch another woman.”
There’s a thick jealousy in his voice that frightens me. For the briefest moment, in between the shattering pleasure of David’s body thrusting into mine, I remember the photos in the attic—clearly taken by someone else, someone following that woman. I remember the bloodstained blouse. The necklace, hidden away.
I wonder if it was really David’s brother that woman married, after all.
His mouth covers mine again, swallowing my cry of pleasure as his cock slams into me again, as deeply as he can go. He bucks his hips against mine, and I feel my swollen clit rub against his skin, that last bit of friction making me arch and writhe under him, my world unraveling as another orgasm shatters me. My muscles seize, my body consumed with pleasure, and I feel my nails rake down his back as his cock hardens and throbs inside of me, spurting hot cum as David’s orgasm joins mine. I hear him moan, his pleasure and mine all tangled up together. I feel the pulse of him inside of me as he comes, and I don’t want it to stop.
I don’t want any of this to end. I want him to fuck me, again and again, and make the pleasure go on forever.
I don’t want to go back to what we had before tonight.
David pulls back, and I realize with a shock that I whispered some of that aloud, against his lips as I came. “Don’t worry,cara mia,” he murmurs, his hips moving slowly, and I realize, to my sudden shock, that he’s still hard. “You can have as much of my cock as you like tonight.”
He thrusts again, and I feel the stickiness of his cum on my thighs, dripping out of me as he fucks his release into me, deeper and deeper with every rock of his hips. I feel another ripple of pleasure, the slow build to another cresting wave, and I reach for him, pulling his mouth down to mine.
“We have all night,” I whisper against his lips. “Just please don’t stop.”
22
AMALIE
He doesn’t stop. The second time is long and slow, the third sleepy and languid, and I fall asleep in his arms for the first time since Ibiza. For the first time since Ibiza, too, I start to feel as if I’m falling for him again.
The nausea that propels me out of bed in the morning and into the bathroom reminds me of why I can’t. Why I won’t ever fall for him, even once he knows that I’m not lying, and that the baby is his.
David knocks heavily on the door as I flush the toilet, wiping my mouth as I close the lid and rest my forehead on the cool porcelain for a moment.Is this ever going to stop? I wonder dimly, pressing my other hand against my stomach. There’s no real sign of the baby yet besides this awful nausea, and it’s hard to believe that it’s real sometimes, that this isn’t just some persistent flu.
But itisreal. I sit back on my heels, getting up slowly as David knocks again. “Amalie? Amalie, answer me!”
“Just a minute!” I snap angrily, turning on the faucet and reaching for a small bottle of mouthwash. I feel a fresh wave of anger at his demanding tone, at the way he seems to think he can have my attention whenever and however he wants, no matter what I’m dealing with. I’d been afraid last night, that the momentary tenderness between us was temporary—and this feels like the first sign that I was right.
And then I yank the door open, and see worry on his face.
