Page 16 of Breathtaking

“Good,” she pants. “I need it to last a lifetime.”

Fuck... Does she even realize what she’s asking?

I adjust my hold on the goddess in my arms and cross the room in two long strides before I lay my princess out on my bed. My shirt rides up her thighs until it’s barely hiding her from me. Her long, red hair pools around her beautiful face, and her pale, creamy skin lies in stark contrast to my black comforter, leaving her nearly glowing in the silvery moonlight.

She’s incredible.

A storm brews behind her lust-filled eyes as they stare back at me, and I claim her mouth, needing to silence the noise in my head.

Slowly, I drag my tongue along her soft lips and take her mouth, swallowing each sweet, sexy little sigh.

I’m drunk on her taste. Her sounds. The way she feels in my arms. The way I always knew she’d feel.

I don’t have one single delusion that one night will ever be enough.

Fuck, one lifetime wouldn’t be enough.

But I know better than anyone that family comes first.

And Lennon will never go against her family.

This is all we get. One night. So we better make it last.

I stand from the bed and pull my shirt over her head and love watching the way a pretty pink flush works its way all the way down her chest. Her pale nipples peak, and my mouth waters to taste them.

“Do you like what you see, Mr. Beneventi?” she smiles, and I’m a fucking goner.

This woman’s happiness has always mattered to me.

It’s why I’ve stayed away.

I’d burn cities to the ground for her happiness, and she’ll never fucking know it.

Lennon sits up and stares at my chest. “Looks like you’re overdressed.”

My cock presses against the metal zipper of my jeans, trying to force free of its confinement. “Then how about you do something about it, princess?”

She crawls on her knees to the edge of the bed and presses her lips to the base of my jaw, while her nails trace the ink on my skin. “You are a beautiful man.” Her fingers trace my family crest that’s inked on my chest, then lower to a scripted font in Italian.

“What does it mean?” she asks as she unbuckles my belt and jeans.

If we were in daylight and Lennon was thinking straight, I have no doubt she’d be able to translate my tattoo. And maybe I like that she’s so sex drunk, she can’t, because a smile tugs at my lips. “È meglio vivere un giorno da leone, che mille giorni da agnello.”

“It’s better to live one day as a lion than a thousand as a lamb?” she questions back as she slides off the bed.

“I’d rather be feared than protected.”

Her long lashes flutter as my words sink in.

I want to tell her I can protect her. But I don’t.

I’m already holding tightly to the last frayed threads of sanity I’ve got left tonight.

And when Lennon tries to wrap her fist around my cock, all the blood in my body rushes right to my dick before she licks the fucking tip and smiles.

Fucking smilesas she looks up at me.

Her tongue swirls around the head, hesitantly at first, getting a feel for it, and I’m going to fucking hell because this woman on her knees is going to be what I see every time I get myself off for the rest of my miserable fucking life.

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