Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
She groans, slipping her fingers partway out before pushing them back in again. They press against mine. She's so goddamn tight.
Her breath grows choppy, each thrust of her fingers pulling a moan from her lips. Beads of sweat trickle between my shoulders.
"Curl them up," I instruct, moving my finger over hers to show her what I mean. I curl hers upward, guiding them toward her G-spot. I press hers to it, stroking firmly.
She goes rigid in my arms, her mouth opening on a choked cry. Her inner muscles clamp down around our fingers, and she shatters.
What little restraint I possess snaps. I spin her around, pressing her back to the glass, and drop to my knees in front of her. One of her legs drapes over my shoulder, opening her up to me.
I press my hand to her stomach to keep her in place...and swoop. She screams, shoving her hands into my hair as I attack her with my mouth, growling my pleasure against her soaked folds. Her taste floods my mouth. I go back again and again, drinking her down like ambrosia.
She sobs, wailing my name, yanking at my hair. She fights like a little hellcat as I eat her from one orgasm directly into another, not giving her a second to rest or breathe. I can't. Cristo. I fucking can't.
"Mine," I snarl, sucking on her clit. "This is mine, Callandria."
"Yes, yes," she sobs. "It's yours, Luca. It's all yours. Oh, God, please. Please!" Her voice cracks as she shatters again.
Her legs collapse.
I catch her, dragging her down into my lap. She deserves a bed for her first time, but I'm too far gone to get us there. I lean forward, dragging the duvet cover onto the floor to offer her some protection, and then lay her out on it.
"I can't wait," I growl, dragging my pants halfway down my legs before yanking her thighs up around my waist. My cock lands against her center. "Cristo, bella. Perdonami."
"Ti amo, Luca. Ti amo," she breathes.
I thrust into her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. She cries out in shock, clawing down my back as her body stretches around me, her virgin barrier shredding.
"Perdonami," I whisper against her lips, writhing in ecstasy. Fuck. She feels like heaven. I fight to stay still, desperately trying to give her time to adjust.
But she's moving beneath me, squirming around, writhing. Every move she makes seats me deeper, leaving me reeling in pleasure more intense than anything I've ever felt.
I groan in surrender and give in to it, driving my hips into hers. She throws her head back, moaning. Ah, goddamn. She loves it. The pleasure. The pain. The fact that I'm inside her. Ecstasy swirls through her amber eyes and stains her cheeks.
"Brava ragazza," I growl, thrusting my hand into her thick mass of hair. I angle her head, kissing her again. And then again.
We kiss and fuck and moan, lost in rapture together. I'm rough with her, pounding into her like a man brought to the edge of madness. She claws my back and bites me, fierce in her pleasure. We're gentle, too, holding each other close, gasping words of love and devotion.
"This is us, bella," I rasp. "This is what we are together. This is who we are."
"Yes," she whispers, her back bowing from the floor. "Luca."
"Callandria."
She reaches for me, her dilated eyes fixed on mine. "Sempre."
I press my forehead to hers as the base of my spine begins to tingle. "Sempre, principessa. Sempre."
She'll have every piece of me, always. It was always meant to be hers. I was always meant to be hers. Not a fucking thing on this earth can change it now. I won't allow it.
She moans my name, her body going rigid as her orgasm strikes. It washes over her in a flood, lighting her up like the queen she is. I growl her name, pounding into her without rhythm until the cord snaps, and I follow her over the edge, filling her full of me.
And when I collapse beside her, I send up a prayer that my seed takes, and my kid grows in her womb. Not to form an alliance between our families. Not to stop a war. But because I want to watch this woman, the one I live and breathe for, grow round with my child.
Chapter Nine
Callandria
"You're going to meet my father," I say, staring at Luca as my stomach churns uncomfortably. This was not the start to the morning I envisioned. After last night, I kind of hoped for a repeat performance. Not…this.
"I have to go, bella," he says gently. "He's getting impatient. If I don't meet him, he may do something foolish."
"Meeting him is foolish," I mutter, crossing my arms to scowl at him. "Your family just killed his father and took his daughter. We cost him the Maceo fortune. I doubt he's feeling very rational right now, Luca."