Chapter 20 #2
“Gina, answer me,” he commands while destroying me in such a delicious way. “Tell me you understand that you’ll never leave me.”
“I’ll never… Tommaso,” I cry out as he does something within me that makes tingles erupt over my skin and stars dot my vision. When he presses on my front wall, I moan, “I’ll never leave you.”
“Good girl, il mio sole. My perfect, good fucking girl.”
He kisses me as I break, drinking in my cries of reaching heaven as I climax. He leads me through it, continuing to move his fingers, somehow knowing exactly what my body wants and needs.
By the end, when it’s completely over, I’m draped over him, realizing that we’re lying back on the bed.
He gently rolls me onto my back, and I reach for him when he goes to get off me. But he doesn’t leave me. With his eyes locked on mine, he gently and slowly pulls off my silk bottoms.
His gaze is a physical caress as he looks down to where I’m being revealed to him. I lay there, letting him do all the work of revealing me to him. Not because of the doctor’s orders for no exertion, but because I can barely breathe with anticipation of what’s to come.
“No panties.” He growls. “Such a good girl.”
I grip the comforter as my toes curl; my mind not understanding why his calling me that is affecting me so, but my body doesn’t care.
“Will I…” I wet my lips and try not to pant at the way he’s looking at me, exposed from the waist down. “Will I be gifted with seeing you just as naked, husband?”
His piercing blue eyes snap up to mine. “Call me husband again.”
“Husband,” I whisper. “Mi marito. Il mio re.” My husband. My king.
His nostrils flare, and that possessive, almost obsessive, look passes over his gorgeous face again. “You will see me naked soon. Very soon.”
He trails his hand up my inner thigh, and I shift, trying to get his fingers where I desperately want him again. He doesn’t stop at my sex, though; he moves his hand upward and unbuttons my silk pajama top. He doesn’t hesitant, and I don’t stop him.
When my top is undone, he helps me take it off, then trails his fingers over my taut and aching nipples. He stares at me, almost like this is the first time he’s seeing me naked.
And maybe with the whirlwind romance and my being a virgin, it is. However, I don’t question him. I don’t want anything to shatter this moment...or stop what might come next.
“You’re a goddess. Meant to be worshipped.
” He lifts his eyes to mine, and the look within them sucks me deeper into the depths of Tommaso Santoro.
“You’re all that’s good in this world; you’re the light and the warmth.
I rule the dark, and you’re the center of my world.
And just like the actual sun, the world cannot survive without you. I cannot survive without you.”
“Tommaso,” I whimper, needing him in a way I don’t understand, and that scares the hell out of me.
He leans over me, hands placed on the bed, and kisses me without lowering his body to mine. The kiss is gentle, yet dominant, and something within me yields. Telling me I’ll do anything for this man. I’ll submit.
There’s a tremor of a memory that wants to push free. It feels like a warning, but I push it away, not wanting anything to mar this beautiful, intoxicating experience of being the center of this man’s world.
He kisses me until I’m aching and almost insane with need again. He isn’t touching me, keeping his body above mine, and I desperately want him to lower onto me.
“Tommaso.” I sound needy. “Please.” I lift my hips, trying to reach his body, so some part of him will touch me.
He braces his weight on one hand and runs his knuckles over my cheek with the other.
There’s a dark look in his eyes, but it’s mixed with light.
Just like he said, he rules the dark—which I don’t quite understand and will need him to explain, but much later—and I’m his light.
Dark and light. Him and me. Two halves of a whole that feel so right when they’re fit together.
“No sex.”
The control of this man. I huff in displeasure and need, which makes him chuckle.
“Not until you’re cleared medically.”
“Tommaso.”
He drags his knuckles over my lips. “I didn’t say no pleasure.” Shivers of anticipation erupt with his words. “But you’ll let me do all the work.”
“So…I’m just supposed to lie here like a starfish?”
His dark head tilts back with his deep laugh before he brings his face back to mine. “Don’t make me tie you to the bed so you lie still and don’t exert yourself.”
More shivers of anticipation and pure need erupt. Do…do I want that? To be tied up and helpless. His to do with as he pleases?
Oh, sweet Jesus, I think I do.
He smirks, like he can read my mind. “We’ll work up to that. Now, be a good girl and lie still.”
My snarky retort dies as he stands from the bed. I push up onto my elbows so I can look at him.
He grabs my ankles and tugs, making me fall onto my back as he pulls me toward the edge of the bed.
“What—”
My words choke off as he sinks to his knees and puts my feet on his shoulders in one smooth, fluid movement, and lowers his face between my thighs. When his mouth falls on me, I gasp, and my hips buck.
He growls—deep and low into me—and I’m a woman consumed.
Somehow, I know this has never been done to me before. And it being the first time with Tommaso makes me crave all my firsts to be his.
I ride the wave of pleasure, loving the feel of his tongue sliding over and into me. Loving the feel of his mouth on my most intimate parts. The way he sucks, lavishes, and nibbles on my clit. The feel of his rough scruff on my sensitive skin. Loving and giving him everything I have to give.
I scream his name and bury my fingers in his dark, thick hair when I topple over the edge into bliss—holding him to me, prolonging the ecstasy that he’s tapped into as it floods me.
Once I’m spent and trembling, he gathers me in his arms and lies with me on the bed. I’m entirely naked while he’s fully clothed. He wraps around me, holding me tight to him. Keeping me safe and warm and loved.
“I want us to marry. Renew our vows,” he clarifies as he holds my head tightly to his chest. “So you can remember and know that you’re mine. Only mine and always mine.”
There’s something dark threading through his words, and that stirring of a memory tries to push in to warn me of something. But like before, I push it away, not wanting anything to ruin how happy and content I feel. How joyous his words make me feel.
“I’d love that,” I answer honestly, pulling my head back so I can look into his beautiful face and stunning eyes. “I want to remember marrying you, Tommaso. And I want a redo of the real wedding night that we never got to have.”
Everything about this man consumes me. His handsomeness, his powerful build. The dominance, power, and control that rolls off him. His tender, worshipping looks of love.
He brushes his lips over my forehead. “And what my wife wants, she gets. As long as it’s with me.”
“Always, husband.” I pull his mouth down to mine. “The only thing I want and need is you.”
His kiss feels like I just made a deal with the devil.
But I sign my soul away, anyway.