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“I can’t get pregnant, okay? And you haven’t been on a serious date in a while, unless there was a blind item I missed somewhere in my ten billion searches about you.”
As he chuffs, his cute brows do a sardonic dance. “A while is a good way of putting it.”
“Then let’s make sure we’re really living dangerously.” I decide to ignore the abject alarm that seems to stab into him, already hooking my heels into his beautifully round buttocks. “Make me forget my name, Darian Z.”
Well, he likes that part. I bask in the victory by bathing in the light of his new smile, a hundred times sexier than all the rest. Ohhh. The brink of sexual fulfilment is the man’s best look yet. Only now, I can’t wait to see what his I-just-came-inside-you look is like.
“If you do, I’ll be here to remind you,” he whispers against the lips on my face—as he parts the ones between my legs. “Your name is beautiful. And resplendent. And—damn!”
I spill with a little laugh, though it fast becomes a sharp breath as he thrusts yet deeper. Inside, I tell myself it’s this good only because my “partners” for the last year have only needed batteries and cleaning, but my soul shuts me down faster than an illegal rage club. This heat and pressure and need…they’re all because of him. Only him.
“Go on,” I encourage, adjusting my hips and rocking in time to his. With every new plunge, he penetrates me deeper. Fills me more. Yes. Yessss. “What are my other names? Tell me, dolce lover man. All of it.”
Darian drags uphigh enough to take my mouth beneath his again. But It’s not long, since we both start breathing heavier. And thrusting faster…
Faster…
“Tight,” he grates against my neck, in the spot where my little heart birthmark lives. “And wet.” As if to prove it, he pulls out until his new lunge makes noise. Then again. The naughty slides entice my mind as his increased friction teases the edges of my pussy. “And ready to take…my life.”
And now, not the edges anymore.
His declaration, so rough and erotic, sluices to the middle of my arousal. To the center of my self. To everything that’s denied myself for so long. Feeling this good. This alive. And the awesome cherry on top? Getting to receive the most vital essence of him.
“Spill it,” I beg, gasping hard. “Give it all to—oh!”
My shout flies out as his body daggers in, smacking me hard. Beneath my feet, Darian’s ass clenches. Another brutal stab and then—
Heat. So deep inside me.
Pulses. In every inch of me.
An explosion. At the very center of me.
“Oh!” I scream again, because the fireworks are now blinding. Consuming. Falling from the black spaces in my head and turning to liquid as they careen through my body. Finally finding the hot lava in my pussy, and hurling themselves into the rapturous chaos. Through it all, Darian keeps fucking into me like a man possessed. And I continue to silently—then not so silently—thank him for it.
After his climax, he’s not in a rush to leave me. I’m fairly certain I thank him for that too, but I’m unsure what’s understandable at this point. I’ve been babbling for a while and hardly caring. I haven’t been flung so far beyond the borders of my self-control since—
I stiffen.
Post-coital Quinn, meet pre-sober Quinn K.
You do remember her, don’t you?
“Quinn?”
I startle and plaster a fast grin across my lips. “Uhhh, yes? Hello there, master of all that is perfectly dolce.”
Darian’s scowling before I’m done. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t buy my bullshit backpedal either. But he’s not getting more of the intimacy that his gaze keeps demanding. That’ll mean both of us doing stuff like sharing. And that’ll mean talking about things from the past.
“Not necessary to go there again,” he says, looking irritated. “Your climax was the only endearment I needed.”
I tilt my head against the couch cushion. “But coming hard doesn’t quite have the same ring, right? Since you said you’re Spanish and Italian, and you hogged the Spanish with your little affection—”
He grunts. “Not so little.”
“And there’s the redundant point of the night.” I keep fighting for the mirthful angle, glancing down at where his cock is still buried in my entrance. “Anyhow, I reached for Italian instead. Best I could do on short notice. Your other picks are lasagna, gelato, and bagno.”
He chuffs. “Bagno?”
