Chapter Thirty-Five Ella
Chapter Thirty-Five
Ella
They are simple questions, really. The answer, however, feels loaded, at least to me.
Yes, I’m ready for more. So, so ready.
Will I have him?
I know he’s talking about sex right now, but it goes so much deeper than that for me.
He grinds his steely length over my sex, the friction of fabric against my clit sending delicious tingles through my body and skyrocketing my need for him. Even through his pants, I can tell he’s harder than I’ve ever felt him. And I’m dripping wet for him, aching to be filled.
I need him naked. My hands go to his belt, fumbling, more frantic than graceful. He helps me shed his clothes, and when his bare body settles over mine, it only sharpens the tension.
He doesn’t move.
His hazel-brown eyes lock onto mine, watching me so intently that shivers race down my spine.
He’s waiting for my answer.
Still, I hesitate, even as the desire in my body tries to take over and hurry things along.
My breath turns shallow, not from desire, but from the fear of how much he matters. The longer he watches me, the harder it becomes to pretend I’m not already his.
“Angel,” he murmurs, his brow furrowed. “You’re holding yourself back. Why?”
I must be wearing everything on my face. But even if I weren’t, this man has eyes that see through walls, an instinct honed to keep him alive… and somehow tuned to me.
I shift restlessly on the bed, unable to get comfortable with his body pinning me down. I bite my bottom lip, my stomach knotting.
“Because I’m scared,” I whisper, my voice retreating inward, trembling for reasons that have nothing to do with the orgasm he just gave me.
“Why?” He leans closer, his expression shadowed with worry.
Our mouths hover a breath apart. I stare at his lips, tempted to kiss him, to distract myself from the anxiety threatening to unravel me.
He cups my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks, and I melt into the warmth of his touch. It’s comfort, safety, and love, made tangible.
I lift my hands to his face, holding him too, searching his beautiful eyes that have only ever been soft for me.
“Because if we do this,” I admit quietly, “we’re inevitable.”
And it terrifies me. I still don’t know what being with him looks like now, but once I let him back in, not just into my body but into my heart and soul, I couldn’t survive losing him again.
“Good,” he says with a smile so wide and bright it lights up my world and eases the knots in my stomach. “Because we are.”
Warmth spreads where fear had been sitting just seconds ago.
He closes the minuscule distance between us, gifting me with the softest kiss he’s ever given me. It’s all love, and I feel my eyes sting again.
When he pulls back, his gaze returns to mine as he shifts his hips, guiding the head of his hard length through my folds. He keeps kissing me as he sinks in, pushing through my tightness until he’s fully seated inside me.
He begins to move with aching slowness, our bodies rocking together as if this were my first time and he’s handling me like a gentleman.
“You know, just because I’m pregnant, I won’t break,” I tease.
He chuckles, and I feel the tension leave his shoulders beneath my hands.
His kisses turn more passionate, more possessive, and soon he’s devouring me as his thrusts grow in intensity. He lifts himself over me, thrusting into me with steady, powerful strokes.
I grip his forearms as he stretches me again and again. Panting and moaning, I’m already on the brink of release. My body tightens in anticipation, knowing exactly what waits over the edge I’m rushing toward.
As always, Tiero reads me perfectly, catching every signal in my body and the heat in my eyes.
“You’re almost there, angel. Fly for me. I love watching you come.”
His words, his voice with that damn sexy Italian accent make my walls clamp around him, squeezing him tight.
He groans loudly, and I obey, following his command as I take flight. Tears trail down my cheeks as my hips buck against him.
“Fuck, yes, angel. That’s it,” he moans as he increases his pace, his chest heaving with the strain of drawing in enough air.
“Tiero…”
“You’re mine, Ella. Say it.”
I don’t hesitate, lost to the heat scorching me from head to toe.
“I’m yours,” I say breathlessly.
“Damn right, you are.”
He moves harder now, pumping into me, wild and untamed.
“Ella…” he groans as he throws back his head and roars his release, emptying himself inside me.
He drops his head and peppers kisses over my face and down my neck, showering me with affection. I pull him closer, doing the same to him, uncaring that we’re both slick with sweat.
Our lips find each other’s, and we kiss slowly, languidly, lingering in our closeness.
He smiles against my mouth.
“Ti amo, angelo. Sempre e per sempre… I love you, always and forever.”
His voice quivers with a raw emotion I can almost touch. I feel his love enveloping me like a gentle caress.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
My admission ignites a sparkle in Tiero’s eyes that sends butterflies fluttering through my body.
His cock twitches inside me, and I laugh softly.
“How are you still hard?” I ask, gasping when I feel him begin to move again.
“I’ve had blue balls for weeks… months, actually. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
Then all coherent thought leaves me as his movements turn deeper, more deliberate. He folds me beneath him, driving into me until he’s so deep I feel the force of it through my whole body.
“Mine,” he growls.
Yeah. His.