Chapter One
Ella
My hand reaches up to cup his heavy balls, squeezing them lightly. Tiero moans, deep and guttural, making my heart soar with excitement.
He thrusts ever so gently into my mouth. Since he found out I’m pregnant, he’s been so careful, and I’m starting to miss his demanding side. That side of him that takes whatever the hell he wants from my body.
His tip bumps against the back of my throat, and my gag reflex activates. Tiero immediately loosens his hold on my hair and withdraws.
No, that won’t do.
I inch closer, tightening my grip on his steely ass and push forward, taking him deeper.
“Fuck, angel. You make me want to lose control,” he groans.
Do it. Lose control.
I double my efforts, sliding my tongue over the underside of his hardness with every bob of my head.
I love Tiero’s taste and the sounds rumbling from his chest above me. I’m addicted to him.
My nipples ache to be touched, but I won’t let go of his butt to pleasure myself. This is about him tonight.
This man turns me on like no other. My core throbs, begging to be filled, but I can’t get enough of his taste on my tongue. I don’t know which I want more.
The decision is taken from me when Tiero lets out another groan and roars, “Enough.”
Jerking his hips back, he breaks my hold on his ass and slides out of my mouth. He drops to his knees and pushes me onto my back, cushioning my fall with his arms.
He’s still recovering from his bullet wound, though you’d never tell now. The red, angry-looking scar over his left ribcage is the only evidence that I nearly lost him forever.
Now is not the time for that.
My legs open wide for him, and Tiero’s eyes fall to my center, no doubt glistening with arousal.
“You’re always so wet for me,” he moans.
His hands glide up my inner thighs, and I’m once more struck by the contrast of our skin, his olive and mine pale.
It looks good together, really good, like it’s meant to be.
Tiero moves his hands up my body, rubbing his thumbs over my pebbled nipples as he shifts himself between my spread legs.
The tip of his cock nudges against my entrance, but of course my beloved fiancé teases and tortures me, sliding it only the barest inch in before withdrawing again.
“Tiero,” I protest, but it only makes him chuckle. It’s deep and rumbling, just the way I like it.
“I want to get married before the year is over,” he suddenly declares as he peppers kisses along my jaw before taking my mouth with abandon.
“What?” I try to get my brain to work, but it’s too caught up in everything Tiero.
“I want to start the new year with you as my wife. No more waiting. I’m out of the Mafia. That was your condition.”
He licks and sucks on that sensitive spot just below my ear. He knows it drives me wild.
“No… More… Waiting,” he says again, emphasizing each word with a little bite.
“But there are only nine days left in this year. We can’t organize a wedding in such a short time. Not with Christmas in a few days.”
“We’ll make it work. This is going to happen, angel. It’s not negotiable.”
“Is it now?” I laugh.
His determination to make me legally his is kind of cute.
My laughter is replaced by a moan when Tiero pushes inside me with one long, deep thrust, shutting out everything but the feel of him.
That moment of us becoming one, of being so intimately connected never gets old.
The stretch, the exquisite burn, it excites every nerve ending in my body. I want this every single day of my life.
“All we need is you and me… and an officiant,” Tiero continues.
Huh?
What were we talking about? Correction. What was he talking about?
When I don’t answer right away, Tiero increases his pace.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he moans into my neck.
I couldn’t agree more.
“So what do you say, angel?”
“About?”
Thinking is becoming hard when everything inside me is primed to ignite.
He stops moving then. Buried deep inside me, he lifts my chin and connects our eyes.
Ready to complain about the loss of friction, the words die in my throat. The intensity of Tiero’s gaze renders me speechless. My heart slams against my ribcage with alarming force. Heat rushes through every cell of my body, leaving a trail of tingles and goosebumps.
The love and devotion in his eyes shine as bright as the sun. I bask in it.
“I love you, Ella. I want you to be mine in all ways,” he rasps, his voice almost unrecognizable. “We’ll only ever need each other.”
“Yes,” is all I manage, realizing I want him to be mine in all ways too.
“I want to be yours, always and forever. And I want you to be mine for all of eternity. Let’s make it official.”
I have no idea how we’re going to pull this off, because I still want it to be special… memorable.
We live deliberately in the middle of nowhere. But there are several churches in Homer. Surely there’ll be a priest who can marry us.
But we’re in hiding. We can’t just show up with our false documents, can we?
Plus, I don’t want to get married under a false identity. I want to take our vows as Ella Rose O’Neil and Gualtiero Leandro De Marco.
This is going to be a challenge. But when have we—
“You’re thinking too much, princess,” Tiero rumbles in my ear. “I’m not doing my job right if you can still string a sentence together in that pretty head of yours.”
He takes my nipple into his mouth and bites down. The pain is immediate, traveling to my core and dragging me back to the here and now.
Tiero begins moving again. Each stroke inside me is deliberate, hitting my sweet spot and proving he can easily make me forget everything.
All thoughts dissolve under his onslaught, and he spends the next couple of hours sending me to the stars over and over again.