Page 87 of Masked Hearts

I pull her up so that she’s sitting on top of me, and she pushes against my chest with both hands. Her mouth forms the perfect ‘o’ as she adjusts to me in this position.

“Fuck, you’re huge.”

“And you’re amazing for a man’s ego.” I suck down on her nipple before thrusting up into her. Her legs start to shake and her nails grip into my hair—a clear giveaway that my wife is close. Just to add fuel to the fire, I rub on her clit with my thumb and she comes crumbling down on my cock.

She slumps down onto me, and I pull her off just in time to finish on both of our stomachs.

“That was amazing,” she says into my neck, snuggling further into me.

“Better than amazing,” I counter, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her closer to me, ignoring the sticky sensation between us.

“I think you were right; you might’ve just ruined everyone else for me.” She chuckles, kissing my neck.

“Good, because if any man other than me touches you, he’ll be dead.”

Her kisses become more and more heated as she sucks down on the sensitive skin on my neck. “So when can we do that again?”

“Maybe after a shower,” I suggest, pulling us apart to see the mess I made.

“Or in the shower.” She smirks.

That’s my girl.

Chapter thirty-one

Theá

Lightstreamsinthroughthe curtains and I flinch, slowly waking up and taking in my surroundings.

I can hear the sound of waves crashing in the distance as I roll onto my side. Memories of last night come streaming in as I realise I’m in Antonio’s bed.

I clasp my legs together at the memory of the shower after our first round, which only led to rounds two, three, and four in the early hours of this morning.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Antonio’s deep voice says as he steps in from the balcony. He’s wearing nothing but his underwear, his morning wood visible.

“Hmm,” I hum, turning to face him. “I thought you would’ve tried to sleep in a bit after last night?” My cheeks heat just mentioning it.

A smirk pulls at his lips as he raises his phone so I can see it. “Augustus called. I didn’t want to wake you,” he says, placing the phone down on his bedside table before getting into bed next to me.

“How are you feeling?” He pulls me into his chest, and I let him, snuggling into his side.

I can feel his eyes on me, and when I look up, I find those pretty eyes looking at me as he plays with my curls absentmindedly. So gentle, a complete contrast to how he was pulling on it last night as he thrusted into me.

“Good, a bit sore.” I feel my cheeks heat and decide to hide my face in his chest.

He chuckles, the sound so deep and light-hearted, placing a kiss on my head. Fuck. I’m so whipped for this man.

“I’m sorry,tesoro, I really did try to be gentle.” His voice turns serious. “I’m sorry, let me go run you a hot bath.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and drape a leg over him. “Maybe later, I just want to lay here with you. I’m okay, I promise.”

He smells so inviting even after all of our antics last night; his fresh scent of jasmine and lavender still lingers both on him and the bedding.

Oddly enough, this is the most comfortable and serene I’ve felt in such a long time. Even though in the back of my mind, I know I shouldn’t be.

He rolls over, pinning me to the mattress. Giggles escape my lips as he snuggles into me instead. I thread my fingers into his soft, brown curls, twirling them around my fingers.

They’re so soft and perfect, looking effortless even when they fall messily into his face. My hair is probably a complete mess, especially after the sweat and hot shower.

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