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“I was exhausted,” I murmur, but I couldn’t fall asleep until he was with me.
I’m latching onto this man as if he’s a drug. And it only took one hit.
The covers are pulled down to his hips, and with the morning light from the windows, I can see every punch he took yesterday. Inwardly, I wince as I can almost hear his body’s resistance with each hit. “Tell me the other guy looks worse?”
“They both look worse.”
Both? He fought two guys?My heart pounds in my throat at the mere thought of it.
I run my forefinger down his biceps to his pec and lower where he’s bruised on his ribs.
He catches my hand as he rolls on his back. “Don’t go there, angel.”
But I want to go down there desperately. I’m literally thirsting for him. I get up on my elbow, lean in, and trail soft kisses on his shoulder and over his chest, kissing it better. I press my nose to his warm skin, inhaling the intoxicating scent of this man. He smells so good, I want to lick him. So I do.
He lets go of my hand, and my fingers caress his sides and the ripples of his six-pack as he contracts into my touch. “Let me go there, please, Steph.”
He exhales slowly as my fingers spread wide enough to go beyond his navel, toying with his happy trail.
“Fuck, Gigi. Asking so nicely. The next thing you’re going to tell me isit isn’t sex.”
“It isn’t.”
I giggle as I pull the duvet away from where his erection tents it.Oh my…No pants, no sleep shorts, no nothing. I bite my lip... I’m so going to gag on him, but even that thought is arousing. I run my tongue around my lips before I take the tip and circle it, slowly, savoring his taste and the way his cock jerks against my lips.
Stephano grunts and drives his fingers into my hair. “God, you’re my perfect fantasy, you know that? So fucking perfect… And I bet you’re going to take me deep, aren’t you, angel?”
His words make me slow down.His perfect fantasy. He’s never called me a whore…that was me. My words. My mind always veering towards the worst when it comes to men in the Mafia. “Is this what you thought of me? That night in Cannes?”
He fists his hand in my hair and steers me away from his cock, forcing me to look at him.
“Yes. I never thought of you as anything but a fantasy actually coming to life.” He cups my face with his other hand and traces my lips with his thumb. “But you’re more than that, angel. I love my wife being this strong, kick-ass woman to the outside world, but a needy, wanton goddess in bed for me, and me alone. Being weak for my cock, wanting and needing it at all hours. You’re more than the perfect fantasy, angel, you’re so real, and I’m the only one who knows you like this.”
I swallow, his words seeming to steal their way down my body to my clit where I pulse with desire.
“And then there’s more. Do you know what it does to a man to know that his wife needs him so fucking much, she can’t sleep when he doesn’t hold her close?”
“No?”
“It makes him want to burn down the world to protect her,” he murmurs. “Now go down, take what you want, angel, and finish what you’ve started.”
He softens his grip on my hair, and something in me shifts. I’m already his, to do with as he pleases. Maybe I am a whore, for this man only.
I hum as I close my lips around him and drive down, wetting his shaft and dragging up again.
“Good girl,” he sighs as his touch turns into a caress.
I go deeper with every pump of his cock until he hits the back of my throat which is way too soon. Stephano is big, my eyes are tearing, and I haven’t even taken in all of him. I wrap my fingers around the base for extra pressure and find my rhythm, sensing him tense as his hips grind up to meet me halfway.
“Fuck, angel,” he hisses as he pulls my head away, sits up, and forces me to kneel. “I need to touch you.”
His hands skim over my breasts to my T-shirt’s hem, and he tugs it off in one sweep. He cups my face, gathering my messed-up hair away as he stares at my lips. They tingle with the need to be kissed, but instead, he homes in on my breasts, heavy with need for him to suck and toy with my nipples.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers as he glides his hands down my chest, fondling my breasts as he circles his thumbs over my nipples.
I snatch in a breath at the intense desire flooding through my body at his touch, which travels ever lower until he slides his finger down my slit and right into me.
“Steph—”
