Page 50 of Savage Claim

“Helpful,” I groused. She could be out of it for four hours or four days.

“I’ll watch over her,” Amalia said with a knowing smile curling at the corner of her mouth. “The second she starts coming around, I’ll let you know.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, unable to keep the desperation out of my voice. Beside me, Lorenzo snorted, and I swatted at him.

“Go,” Amalia said, dismissing us. “I’ve played nursemaid more times than I can count. I can handle it.”

With a grateful smile aimed at her, and one last look at my sister, I all but dragged Lorenzo out of the blue room and down the hall. His laughter chased after me, but when I turned at our bedroom door, he was there to sweep me into his arms as he walked us over the threshold.

“Touch me,” I begged into his mouth, uninterested in being teased today. “Don’t stop touching me.”

Lorenzo plunged his tongue into my mouth, swirling it with mine, finding all of the places that drove soft sounds from my throat. Our hands wandered, tugged at clothes and dropped them to the ground. I yanked his shirt over his head, and he hissed when I started kissing at his neck and down his pecs, sinking my teeth into his skin and sucking marks into his chest. “Are you trying to eat me,dolcezza?” he asked, a touch breathless.

I lifted my head. “What if I was?”

He let out a sound like a growl and crashed our mouths together again. He walked us backwards, toward the bed, and when theback of my knees hit the mattress, he guided me onto my back. I winced, and he paused. “What’s wrong?”

It felt like the baby was laying on my intestines. “I don’t think I can be on my back anymore,” I said. “The baby.”

Recognition sparked on his face, and he helped me to turn on my side before curling behind me. One hand cupped my breast, tugging at the nipple and sending shivers across my skin. “Is this okay?” he asked, breath ticking the back of my neck. His lips nibbled at my nape, and I sighed, pressing my head back against his shoulder, arching my body into his touch.

“It’s good.”

He made a soft, offended noise. “Just good?” he asked. “I think we can do better than that.” He skated his hand down my body and reached between my thighs. I whimpered and tried to open for him, hooking my knee over his legs, and he chuckled. “Someone is acting like a needy slut.”

I hated when he said things like that. I hated how it turned me into a shivering mess, and I had to stop myself from begging him to take me. Lorenzo’s fingers circled my clit, and I panted as he stoked the fire that was roaring through my veins. It felt good, but I needed him lower,inside.

I grabbed his wrist and tried to guide him where I wanted, but of course, Lorenzo wasn’t going to let that stand. “What,dolcezza?” he murmured, nipping at my earlobe.

“You know,” I accused.

“But I like hearing how much you need me,” he said, and while he was still teasing, there was a thread of sincerity in his voice.

I pressed my ass back into where he was hard and straining. “I need you,” I said, twisting my head so that I could kiss him. “I feel so goddamn empty.”

Lorenzo groaned, and his control evaporated. He wrapped his hands behind my knee and held me open. “Put me in,” he commanded.

I reached between us and took him in my hand, chuckling when he shuddered. “Areyouokay, Enzo?” I practically trilled at him.

“Isabella.” His voice was a warning, and I pressed the spongy head of his cock against where I was wet and waiting.

“Do it.”

With a push of his hips, he sank inside of me, and the feel of him stretching me stole the air from my lungs. I whimpered, pitiful. “I’ll never get used to that,” I groaned and worked my hips back until he was fully seated.

“Same,” he whispered and stilled for a moment. I wanted to hurry him along, eager to chase the pleasure that I knew he could bring to me, but having him this close was grounding. I could feel his chest against my back, his arms around me, the way he was tucked up inside of me. I was completely surrounded by him, and it made me shake in his arms. “Dolcezza?”

I reached back and slid my fingers into his hair, holding him as closely as I could. “Move,” I begged him. “Make us feel good.”

Lorenzo tucked his face against my neck and snapped his hips against mine. Pleasure burst over me, and I did what I could to move back, to meet his thrusts, until we were both panting and gripping onto each other like the world might shake apart if we let go.

“Touch yourself,” Lorenzo said, and I complied. I moaned when my fingers brushed over where I was swollen and sensitive. “Slowly,dolcezza,” he murmured against my hair. I followed his instructions; my touch was in direct opposition to the hard and heavy way he was fucking me.

“You risked your life for my sister,” I said, quickening the way I circled my clit. “You set half of the fucking Bronx on fire.”

He laughed, breathless and a touch cruel. “Bombs will do that.”

My fingers paused for a split-second before I had to start again, desperate for the heady pleasure that we were creating together. “You set off a bomb?”

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