CHAPTER NINETEEN #2
I took her hands in mine, needing her to feel the truth of my words through my touch. “I believe in us, Sienna. I believe in our love. Our dark pasts may have brought us together. But it’s you, I fell in love with. The vulnerable side of you. The vicious side of you. The caring side of you.”
My voice dropped lower, more intense with each word. “I love everything about you already, but I can’t wait to discover new things to love about you. Until the day I die, I want to spend every breath I have loving you, Sienna Keys.”
“Same, Beast,” she whispered, her eyes glistening. “Same.”
I stepped closer to her, drawn by an invisible pull that always existed between us, wanting to kiss her, to seal our promises with something more physical than words.
She stepped back, her hand raised to keep me at bay. “No make-up sex until you shower. Your knuckles are bleeding again.” She shook her head, exasperation and fondness warring in her expression. “I swear, Stefano, can you go one day without getting into a fight?”
I chuckled, glancing down at my hands. The skin over my knuckles was split, blood dried and crusted in the cracks. “Sorry,” I apologized, not feeling sorry at all. “I’m a savage. I can’t help but do savage shit.”
She stepped closer again, coming up on her tiptoes, pressing a tender kiss to my lips that left me wanting more. “Well, I’ve fallen in love with a savage,” she whispered against my mouth. “I guess I can’t get mad when he does savage shit.”
She pulled back, eyes roaming over me with a mix of desire and practicality. “Go shower. Make it quick. I’ll clean up in our guest room and get the first aid kit. I’ll be waiting for you here on the couch. Hurry up.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before turning to leave.
The weight that had been pressing on my chest all day finally eased. We weren’t fixed, not completely. There were still conversations to be had, compromises to make, habits to change. But we were on the right path. We’d faced the darkness together and found our way back to the light.
I headed for the shower, stripping as I went, eager to wash away the blood and sweat of the day.
Eager to return to her, to feel her hands on me, gentle and sure as she tended to my wounds.
Eager to show her that I could be the man she deserved—the man who would protect her without suffocating her, who would cherish her without caging her.
It was the quickest fucking shower ever.
I didn’t even remember drying off. Clad in boxers only, I returned to the living room to find Sienna seated on the couch, ready to treat my wounds.
She was dressed in her little brown slip of a gown that was practically see-through.
And she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
She patted the space beside her, a silent invitation I couldn’t resist. I sat down and then pulled her into my lap, needing her closeness more than air.
“Hey, Beast. I’ve got to treat your wounds,” she said, a half-hearted protest as she settled against me.
“I need my hands on you,” I told her, the admission raw, honest. “Today was a long day, and I never want to have another day like it. I need my hands on you so I can calm down. Okay?”
She sighed, opening an iodine swab. “Okay, Beast. Turn your head to the side and let me clean your wound.”
With her straddling me and my hands at her waist, I did what I was told, surrendering to her care, to her touch. It was a new kind of vulnerability—one I was still learning to navigate.
“I think Beast number two is waking up,” she muttered as she worked.
She was right. He was rising to the occasion. She wiggled against me, a deliberate tease. “As soon as I finish this,” she told me, a promise in her eyes, “I’ll get to him.”
I smiled. And I was pretty sure if he could, Beast number two would smile also.
I tried to hold still while she treated my wounds, but that was impossible with her straddling me. My fingers dug into her waist as I lifted my hips a little, the thin material of her gown and my boxers doing nothing to hide how much I wanted her.
“Beast, what are you doing?” she asked, rubbing another swab against a scratch on my cheek.
“Nothing,” I told her, my hands roaming lower to cup her ass. I slowly began easing her gown up until her bare pussy was resting against me. Now, I needed to get these boxers off.
When she set the used swab down in the kit and reached for a new one, I gripped the hem of her gown and pulled it over her head.
“Beast!” she yelped. But I was already standing up with her and lowering her to the couch. I stripped, kicking my boxers out of the way, my cock hard and ready.
“I haven’t treated your knuckles yet,” she told me as I went to my knees in front of her.
“That can wait. I’ve got a feeling this pussy misses my tongue,” I told her, placing her legs over my shoulders and sliding her toward the edge of the couch.
I lowered my mouth to her sweet pussy, my tongue delving between her folds, drinking her in.
Her hands went to my hair, gripping me, holding me in place.
I ran my tongue over the full length of her pussy, addicted to her taste.
She rained over my tongue like honey. I slurped that shit up, wanting more.
My Sienna grinded her pussy against my mouth, fucking my face.
I sucked her clit, flicking my tongue over it, driving her wild.
Her moans filled our living room as her juices coated my tongue.
Damn, I was in love with this pussy. It belonged to me.
No other man could ever have a taste of this. It was all mine.
I sucked her clit harder. Her hips bucked, cries of pleasure escaping her.
“Yes, Beast,” she moaned. “Just like that. You lick this pussy so good, Beast.”
Her words had my cock rock hard, throbbing with need. I feasted on her until her thighs trembled, her breath coming in pants. I licked her until her cries echoed through our home, her pussy fluttering against my mouth.
And then her orgasm hit her, and she flooded my mouth with her essence, her honey coating my tongue and lips, dripping down my chin. I continued licking, needing more, needing all of it. When her thighs ceased trembling, I lifted my head to stare into her beautiful eyes. My woman looked satisfied.
There wasn’t a more beautiful sight than my Sienna. I licked my lips. “Can you handle this dick now?” I asked. “Or do you need a break?”
I smiled when she chuckled. “Beast, I’m ready to sit on that cock.”
My cock throbbed in anticipation. I kissed her inner thigh before lowering her legs from my shoulders and standing up slowly.
My little vixen leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of my cock.
I bucked when she twirled her tongue around the head.
And then she sucked me into the warmth of her mouth, taking me in deep.
I closed my eyes, loving the feel of her mouth wrapped around me.
She bobbed on my cock. Unable to hold still, I gripped the back of her head, pumping into her mouth.
Opening my eyes, I stared down at her. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.
Her eyes were wild with lust, lust for me, her beast.
“Sienna,” I groaned, so close to coming just from the sight of her sucking me. “I need to be buried in that pussy, baby,” I told her, afraid that I’d come before she had a chance to sit on this cock.
My vixen didn’t let up. She continued sucking me, bringing me to the edge of release before leaning back, my cock sliding from her mouth. Licking her lips, she stared up at me and whispered, “Sit down, savage. My pussy is hungry for that dick now.”
I obeyed, eyes never straying from her as she straddled me. Reaching between us, she gripped my cock and slid it through her folds. When she sank down onto my length, I whispered her name. “Sienna.”
“I’m right here, Beast,” she told me. “Relax and let me take control for a little while. I’ve got you.”
Those three words, I’ve got you damn near brought tears to my eyes. After everything we’d been through today, the fear, the anger, the hurt, she was still here, still willing to take care of me when I needed it most. I relaxed against the couch and let my woman take control.