Page 43 of Brutal Vows

“Mio Dio, you’re testing my control. I thought you were going to treat my wounds, not eat me alive,” he growls.

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, enjoying his lingering taste, and drop my hungry eyes to his broad shoulders.

“I’m treating your wounds, but… maybe next time?”

My breathy voice should embarrass me, but the lust in his eyes encourages me to give him everything.

“Anytime,gattina. I’ll always be ready for you,” he murmurs.

“Promise?”

I shouldn’t ask, not when I know he’ll change his mind the moment he learns the truth, but I need the words even if they aren’t true.

He tightens his fist in my hair, nips my chin, and digs his fingers into my ass.

“For you? Always,” he whispers against my throat.

“Kiss me,” I half plead, half demand.

He growls, closes his mouth over my jugular, and sucks. Pressure builds in my core. Wetness slips down my inner thighs and soaks into my loose pajama bottoms.

I spear my fingers into his hair, tilt my hips, and give myself to him. He sucks harder. I grind my pussy against him and moan.

He lifts his head and speaks with his breath and lips ghosting over my throat.

“Are you sure you know what you’re asking for,gattina?”

I nod and scratch my nails over his scalp. His hand tightens painfully in my hair.

“If I taste your lips again, I won’t be able to stop, no matter how hard you hiss and claw at me,” he growls.

“Don’t worry,il mio sovrano. I’ll blame you if I can’t handle it,” I gasp, throwing his words from before our sparring session back at him.

His lips tilt in a smirk against my throat.

“Fuck, Loretta, you’re so goddamn perfect. Keep fighting me. I need more,” he murmurs.

I sink my nails into his back and tug him closer.

He snarls and takes my mouth in a hungry, drugging kiss. I hang on for dear life as he releases my ass, knocks the plates off the counter, and lays me out in their stead. Our tongues duel until he peels his lips away and trails stinging kisses down theside of my throat. I roam my hands over his shoulders, arms, and chest. He’s so big. So hard.

Everywhere.

He growls and sucks on my collarbone as I wrap my fingers around his clad cock.

I might not survive, but I’ll take every inch of him inside me. Somehow. Maybe.

He grabs my wrists and pins them against the counter above my head. I wrap both legs around him and wriggle. His snarl arrows deep into my chest. He transfers my wrists to one hand and yanks my lapel. Buttons skitter across the counter and patter onto the floor. Cool air wafts over my chest.

He closes his hot, wet mouth over my right breast and laves my nipple with his tongue. Lightning arcs through me. My toes curl. Pressure builds in my core. He moans and shifts his attention to my left breast.

Need throbs between my legs. I tug my arms, so close to the most intense orgasm of my life a gentle stroke of my finger will send me over the edge, but he tightens his grip and curls his tongue around my nipple.

I gasp and arch my back. He swirls around my nipple before increasing the suction of his mouth and pulling his head back. My breast lifts. I squeak as pleasure and pain morph into a glorious abomination of sensation.

I never want it to end, but it’s too much.

My breast pops free of his mouth. I hiss and fight to free my arms, but he chuckles and nuzzles my sternum before licking his way down to my stomach.

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