45. Chapter 45
Dario
“Fuck, this hurts,” I groan, clawing at the cervical collar the doctor insisted I wear.
“Big baby,” Luca grunts.
“I am not a baby. I’m just delicate right now,” I whine, attempting to garner sympathy from my brothers.
“The doctor said you had to wear it, so keep the damn thing on and stop bitching about it.” Gio has been a bigger grump than usual lately.
Things with all of us and Papa are tense, but as the oldest, he gets the largest dose of dear old dad.
I don’t ask, but I can tell the two of them aren’t exactly getting along.
I walk around my suite, careful not to turn my neck too suddenly as I take in the space.
Gio returned to the hospital alone after I asked him to find Jasmine.
My voice had begun to recover, so I was able to ask him how things went with her, but he offered me a sad smile, and I couldn’t stand to listen to him tell me things were over with her.
Losing the woman I love hurts far worse than the injuries I’ve sustained from being shot. The doctors suspect I’ll make a full recovery, but I know life will never be the same without Jasmine in it.
A crash near the bedroom has me jerking my head to the sound. “Fuck,” I groan. “That fucking hurts.” My hands reach up to grab the foam around my neck, looking for any type of relief, but finding none. “What was that?”
I turn my body to my brothers since my neck is out of commission and watch as the two of them stare at one another.
“What was what?” Gio asks. “I didn’t hear anything. Did you hear anything?” He turns to look at Luca.
“No,” the mammoth of a man answers with a shake of his head.
Gio sighs. “Sounds like you could use some rest, baby brother. Why don’t you go lie down and take a nap? We’ll be by to check on you later.”
I run my hand over my forehead, wondering if I really could be imagining things. The headaches have been intense since I woke up, and while I don’t believe I’ve had any hallucinations, the doctor did say it could be a side effect after everything I’ve gone through.
I say goodbye to my brothers, then carefully head to my room behind large double doors. As I twist the golden handle, my breath catches in my throat.
Jasmine is standing there, looking more gorgeous than I’ve ever seen her in one of her delicious jumpsuits and a matching pair of red pumps. Her name comes out as a whisper as I rush over to her.
She’s careful with me, unsure of where to put her hands, but eventually she places them against my chest. I’m certain she can feel my heart beating for her underneath.
“I thought I’d lost you. What are you doing here?”
She places a gentle kiss against my lips, and I moan, melting into her, but too soon she pushes me away. “I’m staying here until you’ve healed. The doctor said it could be a few weeks, and you’ll need some assistance doing basic activities.”
“Is one of those activities being in bed with you?” I ask, causing her to smirk.
“Only for sleep purposes. You’ll have to be cleared before anything else can take place.”
My lip juts out, causing her to laugh. Fuck, I love that sound. Before long, it’s gone, and her lip starts to quiver.
“What’s wrong, angioletta?”
“I thought I’d lost you, Dario. I thought the last time I saw you was going to be outside that damn mattress store. Then again in the hospital. It hurt so much to see the man I love look so unlike himself.”
My eyes close, processing her words. “Say it again.”
“I thought I’d lost you?” Jasmine repeats, and I shake my head, instantly regretting the movement.
“No. Tell me again.”
She rubs her hands against my chest and bites her bottom lip, knowing what I’m looking for. “I love you, Dario.”
The pain that shoots up my neck is worth it as I crash my lips down upon hers, reveling in her taste and her words.
When I pull back, I stare into her eyes, admiring the gold flecks in her irises.
“I heard your words, you know? The story about your brother and the pickle juice, along with your confession. I want to share mine.”
A jolt of pain chooses that moment to shoot through my forehead, and I wince, clutching at it.
Jasmine guides me to the bed, where I lie down.
I smile when she joins me, the pain instantly soothing.
She rests her head against my chest, her hand on my stomach.
“I think I fell in love with you from the moment we met. You stepped out of that elevator like an angel sent to save my soul. You challenge me. You make me a better man. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you’re safe and happy.
I love you, Jasmine. You may have been dealt the Joker, but I hit the damn jackpot. ”
“Jasmine?” Today I was finally released from my medical team, having made a full recovery. I plan to celebrate with the woman I love, but she had some work to do and had to stay at the suite while I met with the doctor.
I make my way to the bedroom, pushing open the doors and dropping my jaw at the sight in front of me.
In my bed is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
The deep burgundy fabric molds Jasmine’s curves as though this piece of lingerie was made specifically for her.
Her golden waves fall over the lace detailing, ending at her hard, dusty rose nipples peeking through the material.
My mouth waters at the sight of them, but my eyes continue to trail down her body.
The sheer fabric skates across her hips, cupping what I long for, and leaving her thighs free. Those long legs of hers are spread, showing me exactly where she needs me, and I can already see how aroused she is where she leaks through, darkening the material, like a cabernet I can’t wait to sip.
She’s propped on her elbows, skating her hands against her torso, allowing her fingers to dance over the material I can’t wait to rip away from her flesh. A confident smile greets me.
“Did you get good news from the doctor?”
I nod, unbuttoning my shirt and taking off my pants at record speed. Her smile grows, and her fingers trail lower.
“They cleared you?” she asks, her voice breathy with need as her fingers dip between her legs.
“Yes,” I manage to stammer out as though I lost my voice all over again.
She pushes on her elbows, leaning up a little more to better focus on my now naked body. My cock is painfully hard, and I curse as my hand grips it. Jasmine licks her lips as she tracks my movement, and I make my way over to her.
“I need that,” she moans.
“I need you.” I crawl onto the bed, hovering over her stunning body, and lean down to capture one of her nipples. Even through the fabric, she tastes like mine.
I release her with a pop and smile at her, trailing my hands against the one-piece she wears. “This is pretty.”
She bites her lip. “I bought it for you.”
I hum, then bend down and plant kisses along the curves of her breasts, above where the fabric begins.
“Was it expensive?” I ask, moving down her body.
Jasmine laughs, and I smile at my favorite fucking sound. “Very, so don’t rip it.”
I lift my head from where I was kissing her stomach and pout, causing her to laugh again. “I’m serious, Dario. Don’t you dare rip this. I really like it, and I want to wear it for you again.”
Since I don’t hate the sound of that, I pivot to another plan and settle myself between her legs. I tug the fabric to the side and bend down, trailing my tongue up her slit. “Fuck,” I moan. “Do you know what fucking torture it is to have to go weeks without your favorite thing to eat?”
My tongue dips in again, then moves up to circle her clit. Jasmine moans and cups her breasts in her hands. “That’s right, mio toro, play with those perfect tits of yours while I feast on this cunt.”
She does as I say, pulling the top of her bodysuit down to expose her breasts while I dive in and drink from her center. I will never get my fill of this woman. I don’t care if my neck cramps up like the doctor suggested it could still do; I will not pull away until Jasmine comes on my tongue.
“Dario, yes, that feels so good.” She writhes under me, and I press my hand to her lower stomach, pinning her in place as I continue to eat her pussy like it’s my last meal.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Dario, I’m so close.
” Her words come out in pants, and my eyes dart up to see her pinching her nipples while I continue to move my tongue back and forth.
I push down a little more on her stomach, causing her to arch her back, and the sweetest sound spills from her lips as my favorite drink floods my mouth.
I keep my eyes on her as the orgasm pulses through her body, not letting up until she tugs at my hair. When my mouth pops off of her, I smile down at her. “Such a good girl coming on my tongue. Now it’s time to come on my cock.”
Her eyes flare with desire as I begin to tug the fabric down her body. Once the piece she specifically bought for me is discarded, I flip her over. “Get on your knees and hold on to the headboard. I’ve been waiting a long fucking time to sink inside of you.”
As soon as Jasmine gets into the position I demanded, I plunge my cock into her glorious cunt. “Fuck,” I moan. “I’ve missed you so much.” I pull back out before pushing myself back in, hiding each one of my piercings inside of her.
“This pussy was made for me. You were made for me. You’re mine, Jasmine Baker.”
“Yours,” she pants. “I’m yours, Dario.”
My pace quickens as I continue to thrust inside of her, my hands gripping her hips and forcing her back onto my cock. There is nothing that feels better than the way this woman’s cunt squeezes my cock, and I’m on the precipice of release when she moves to sit up.
The new position elicits a groan from me as Jasmine bounces upon me. I reach up, taking her breasts into my hands, and begin tugging and teasing them the way she was earlier. “I’m so close, mio toro, come with me.”
Her actions fasten, and I groan watching her ass come down with a jiggle as her pussy soaks my cock with her sweetness. One more thrust and I’m spilling inside of her, as she throws her head back, resting it on my shoulder. I press kisses against her neck as she works through her release.
When our breaths return to normal, and I think we’re finished, Jasmine pulls herself off my cock and turns around, staring at where the two of us are blended. She leans down and runs her tongue up my softening length. “Fuck,” I groan as her mouth closes over my cock and sucks up the mess we made.
I run a hand through her blonde waves as her tongue delicately travels around each of my bars and then gives one final kiss to the tip before sitting back with a satisfied smile on her face.
I collapse on the bed, pulling her waist and taking her down with me. She laughs, and I caress her face before kissing her lips, loving the taste of the two of us on them.
“I love you,” I tell her, giving her one more kiss.
She returns it, flicking her tongue in my mouth and causing me to moan. “I love you, too.”
We lie there, tangled up with one another as I consider the words she said several weeks ago.
“What’s wrong?” Jasmine asks, pressing her thumb between my brows where I’ve crinkled them together.
I take her hand and place a kiss on it. “You said you were staying here while I healed. Now that I’m cleared, does that mean you’re leaving?”
“Do you want me to leave?”
I shake my head. “No. Not at all.”
She smiles. “How long do you want to keep me?”
I press another kiss to her lips. “I was thinking maybe forever.”
She presses a finger to her chin, looking completely adorable and completely mine. Then, she smiles at me. “It’s a date.”
It’s definitely a date.