I gripped her ass and held her close. “To keep you safe.” I slid my fingers past the waistband of her pants so I could have a full grasp of those soft porcelain globes.
“Do you love Alessandro?” she asked while tilting my chin up with her dainty finger. I glared at her. This was such a mood killer, and I just wanted to fuck her into oblivion already. But if she wanted to demand honesty with her hot cunt pressed against my cock, then so be it.
“Yes. I love him. Is that going to be a problem?”
She swallowed and went still. I was losing her.
“And what about me?”
I grabbed her hips and slammed her down on the mattress. I yanked at her shorts and ripped them off, pried her thighs open, then growled against her wet pussy. “Does this look like love, Grace?” She whimpered and jerked her hips up. “Because this tastes like love.” I breathed her in. “Smells like love.” I licked a long slow line up her slit. “And when you come so hard you can’t see, I hope like fuck it feels like love.”
I circled her clit with my tongue as her juices coated my chin. She moaned and whimpered, her tight body so responsive to every flick. I loved watching her unravel. I’d dreamed about having her again since the day I left. I couldn’t believe she was really here, recklessly falling apart against my mouth. A voracious craving left me prostrate and overwhelmed. Grace was inside every fucking cell. Every atom that made up my worthless body. If there was any light left in my soul, she clutched it in her palm.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out. “Just like that.”
Her directions were cute, but I didn’t need to know how well my quick tongue was working her over. I could sense her impending orgasm by the way her legs shook. By the way her breathing turned ragged. By the way her moans echoed across these walls.
She exploded. Writhing, she clutched the sheets with her strong fingers and arched off the bed. I had to hold her down by her thighs to restrain her bucking body. I wanted nothing to stop me from tasting every last drop.
Once she came down from her high, I climbed over her languid body and wiped my lips on her shirt. My hands grabbed her top, and I tore it from her body. She immediately covered her chest, and her cheeks turned a ruddy hue. “Shy?”
“I just don’t want you to think I’m crazy…”
“What do you mean?” I cocked my head to the left and gently pulled at her wrist, trying to see what she was hiding from me. What I saw made me feel undeserving and cocky. Under her right breast was a beautiful tattoo of a phoenix. The bird was rising from orange flames that danced on her skin. “When did you do this?” I asked softly. I’d been keeping tabs on her but never once saw this.
“A few months after you left. Sunshine and I got them together.”
I didn’t want to cry, but seeing my namesake mark her beautiful skin did something to me. I ran my tongue across the ink, worshipping her devotion to me. “I love you, Grace. I’ll love you for however long they’ll let me.”
She grabbed my chin and lifted up off the mattress to stare at me.
“Don’t let them decide how long this lasts. Fight for forever, Nix.”
I settled at the apex of her thighs and slowly slid inside of her. She whimpered at my large cock. I knew she was tired and sore, but she didn’t seem to care. She wanted sleep, she wanted rest, and she wanted time to understand all of this. But more so, I knew that Grace Moretti wanted to ache. She wanted to feel every throbbing inch of me deep within her, pounding, punishing, and pulsing with need. I wanted to drain her of doubts and for there to be nothing left inside the shell of her soul but my dick.
Her face flushed red. Those rosy cheeks, parted cherry lips, and wide eyes were so picturesque. Our bodies flowed like a lazy river. Slow. Steady. Settled. I didn’t want it to end. But there was still power there. There was still a divine force bringing us both to the edge. Her slick thighs coated my skin. I noticed every detail. The miniscule chip in her front tooth. The bead of sweat slipping down her temple. The peach color of her pert nipples. The long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks as her eyes slammed shut and she cried out.
The room was a barren basement. One bed. Tile floors. Stark white walls. But she looked like contemporary art, splashes of color and movement and a design that stayed with you. “You look so beautiful,” I whispered, mostly because awe was something I wasn’t used to anymore. I didn’t know I was capable of holding something so precious. She glistened. Melted. Her limbs wrapped around my body like she couldn’t stand the breath of distance between our chests.
And when she came, it was exquisite. Priceless. She pulsed with a vibrant, rare burst of love. I spilled my longing into her on a scream. And I didn’t remove myself. Even when our breathing slowed. Even when the veil of reality was lifted from our lusty eyes. Even when I was soft inside of her. I held her close, and in the end, Grace cried.
Chapter Thirteen
Alessandro
John tapped on the kitchen tabletop with the tips of his fingers. The world was his keyboard. I’d expected awkwardness when we first met. John had been a friend of mine for so long that he knew more about me than most, but meeting in person had its disadvantages.
