Chapter 15 #2
I don’t need anything except Mario to keep me safe. He’s better protection than any weapon I might wield.
I wake the next morning with the side of my face plastered against my husband’s bare chest and my arm and leg thrown over his side and hip. Mortification spears through me when I realize my drool trails down his pectoral.
I curse and wipe it away, hoping to clean it before he wakes, but his low chuckle notifies me he’s been watching me the whole time. I sigh and use the sheet to finish cleaning him before lifting my face to his.
The mattress drops several feet as I meet his sleepy amber orbs. With his defenses lowered, the affection shining from his eyes steals my breath. The salt-and-pepper stubble on his masculine jaw adds an inexplicable intimacy to the moment. I want to always wake up next to him.
Filled with yearning, I rise onto my elbow and press a closed-mouth kiss to his lips.
He lies stiff and unmoving for a moment before tugging me flush against him.
When he doesn’t demand more from me, doubt flares deep in my chest, but I shove it down and give in to my curiosity.
I sneak my tongue between my teeth and test the softness of his lips.
He growls and cups the back of my head, but neither pulls me away nor invades my mouth with his tongue.
Taking advantage of his laid-back aura, I explore his features with my lips and tongue, nuzzling and stealing tiny licks of his lips, nose, brows, cheekbones, and jawline, pouring my love and devotion into every gesture.
When I flick the tip of my tongue over the silky skin under his ear, he snarls and rolls us over.
I weave my fingers into his hair and gasp when he settles his weight over me. He props himself up on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me, but the movement grinds his hard cock against my pussy.
It would be so easy to push his waistband down, pull my loose shorts aside, and join our bodies, but the heavy throbbing in my abdomen warns against it.
I shake my head to clear my mind of my dirty thoughts.
“Careful, paperotta . My control only goes so far,” he growls.
“I… No, you know what? I’m not sorry.” My insides tremble, but if we’re trying this clear communication thing, I may as well be brutally honest. “I enjoyed kissing and teasing you,” I say.
Hunger swims in his golden irises.
“And I liked you kissing and teasing me, but I promised twenty-four hours,” he says.
Disappointment flows through me. He chuckles and slips his hands to my ass.
“Keep going, then. I can make good on my promise to fill your mouth,” he murmurs.
I balk before deciding to embrace the unhinged horndog he inspires me to be.
I lift my chin and take his earlobe into my mouth, glimpsing the surprise in his eyes on the way. When he squeezes my ass and moans, sensual delight buzzes through me, and I urge him to roll onto his back.
He does.
Another thrill shivers down my spine as feminine power flows through me.
I kiss, lick, and nip my way down his body, stopping to marvel over his racing pulse, the well of his collarbone, and the strength in his broad shoulders and masculine chest. He growls when I swirl my tongue around his short, flat nipples, but I take my time and enjoy the feeling of power.
He releases my ass and runs his hands over my back as I crawl down his body.
I tease my fingertips over his abdominals before nuzzling down the center and gripping his massive cock through his sweatpants. My breath catches in my throat. He hisses. Every muscle in his body tightens.
There’s no way this thing fit inside my body. No wonder I’m so sore today.
I hook my fingers into his waistband.
He snarls and grabs my wrists. Rejection pierces my heart, but liquid desire floods my veins when I meet his eyes.
“An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,” he growls.
Wetness drips down my inner thigh. I smirk and pull his waistband down. His cock springs free. My mouth waters.
I wrap my hands around him and lick his tip before I lose my nerve. He curses and buries his hands in my hair.
His salty musk coats my tongue.
I want more, so I run the flat of my tongue over his slit.
“ Mio Dio , you’re trying to kill me,” he growls.
I smirk with my lips pressed against him. He groans when I open my mouth and slide the first half inch of his shaft inside. My jaw aches as I try to avoid scraping him with my teeth, but after a bit of fumbling, I find a rhythm that has him cursing and moaning with every stroke.
I explore every inch of him, intrigued with the veins on his shaft and how he jerks when I flick my tongue over his mushroom tip and take him so far into my mouth I gag.
He tightens his hands in my hair and tilts my head. I meet his eyes with my lips stretched around his girth.
“I’m close, paperotta . Swallow every drop. Capisci ?” he growls.
I nod. He drops his head back and groans.
I swirl my tongue around him and gag when he thrusts and hits the back of my throat.
He snarls and holds my head captive as he works his cock in and out of my mouth.
The ease with which he takes control is terrifying.
I fight, afraid he’ll block my airway, but he comes with a string of curses without invading my throat.
Salty musk spurts from his tip and coats my tongue.
I swallow and whimper when the flow becomes too much.
He releases my hair and spans his thick digits around my head.
“Swallow,” he demands.
I do.
When his cock stops jerking, I lift my head, keeping suction until his tip pops free.
Wonder and pride flow through me. I never thought Mario Luciano could look so satisfied.
The moment he recovers, a devilish smirk lifts his lips.
My nipples and clit pulse with need.
He hauls me up his body, yanks my shorts off, wraps my fingers around the headboard, and parts my knees around his head. With calloused digits, he grabs my ass and pulls me down to his face.
He runs the flat of his tongue over the whole of my sex. I shriek and try to pull away, but he hooks his forearms over my thighs and holds me right where he wants me.
With fiendish delight, he tortures me with lips and tongue, unrelenting as he feasts.
I can’t breathe. My head swims.
Pressure builds in my core.
He presses a fingertip to my entrance and positions his mouth over my clit. I shake my head. His teeth flash white in the morning sun.
I scream and fly apart as he bites my clit with the barest of pressure and pushes his finger into my pussy to the first knuckle. Delicious agony flows through my veins. My release coats his hand and chin.
I shake and fight for oxygen as my orgasm fades.
Mario smiles and curls his finger.
“No, wait, I—”
He attacks my clit with his tongue and works his digit in and out of me until I shatter again.
Too exhausted for more, I slump to the mattress and mumble halfhearted protests when he pulls me into his arms and snuggles me from behind.
He brushes my hair back and rumbles in my ear.
“Sleep as long as you need, paperotta . I have work, so I won’t be here when you wake, but I’ll be back before sundown. Capisci ?”
I hum and nod my understanding. He kisses my temple and nuzzles me for a moment before slipping from the bed.
I doze for a while, but my entire body aches so much I can’t fall into restorative sleep, so I sigh and rub my eyes before opening them. Everything hurts. I don’t want to even lift my head off the pillow, but a phone sits on my bedside table.
It buzzes.
I glance around the room, but Mario left long ago.
Not expecting much, I reach out and pull the phone to my face. I don’t recognize it, but I turn on the screen and press my thumb to the biometrics.
It unlocks.
I blink in shock before opening the notifications.
A text from mio marito sits at the top. Tears form on my lashes. I open it and laugh-sob.
Important contacts saved on this phone. The house is yours. Call if emergency. Do not leave. I’ll be home before sundown. -Mario
I reread the text several times. It’s surreal. Mario Luciano sent me a text. The mundaneness of it makes it spectacular.
I settle deeper under the blankets and explore my new phone for a few minutes before diving into a bit of random research on the browser.
When that no longer holds my attention, I set the phone on the bedside table and stretch.
Familiar pain radiates throughout my entire abdomen. Panic floods my veins with adrenaline.
I haven’t had time to prepare.
Making a mental list of things to do and supplies to find, I toss the blankets off and rise.
Blinding agony rips through me, starting in my womb and shooting outward to infect every cell in my body.
I wake in a heap of tangled limbs on the floor. Breathing hurts.
The scent of copper fills my nostrils. Pressure squeezes my skull. My eyes refuse to focus, but I look down my body for confirmation and accept the dark blotch staining my shorts between my legs as blood.
I curl into a ball and curse my fate.
Moving hurts too much. The bedside table is too far away. Lifting my head takes too much effort.
Hot irons pierce my stomach. The pain grows. I flip from hot and sweaty to cold and clammy. Nausea and dizziness creep in.
Time loses meaning.
The world slips in and out of focus.
Footsteps sound in the hall.
Terror grips my heart.
I need my knife.