Page 54 of Soulmate of the Mafia King
SERA
“Ilove you, too.” I stared up at Killian, trying to understand his mood shift. “I’m always glad to hear that, but what’s going on?”
“You can go, Olivia,” he said without looking away from me.
I heard the unmistakable shuffle of her exiting as fast as she could. “Kil?—”
Before I could even finish the word, he claimed my mouth again. I gasped up into him and let desire wash away my confusion. He took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch. I wrapped myself around him. With all the wedding craziness, we’d barely had time for each other lately, and I missed him. He ran his hands up the front of my blouse, then grabbed both sides and yanked. Buttons scattered in every direction. I pouted against his lips.
He pulled away to rake his gaze over my chest. “I’ll buy you a new shirt.”
I fought down a smile. If Killian bought me a shirt, it would cover less than most of my bras. But that thought fled my mind too as he pulled both of my bra cups down beneath my breasts and attacked them with his mouth. Want coursed down to my core. He only got this wild when something was going onemotionally, but I was more than happy to enjoy a few orgasms before figuring out what that was. I ran my fingers through his hair and braced against the back of the couch I had been sitting on just a few minutes ago.
He trailed his mouth down to the top of my skirt. “On the island, you can stop bothering with clothes at all.”
I shuddered. No matter how recently he’d seen me naked, Killian always looked at me like I was a delicious dessert. If I went naked on the island, we’d spend ninety-five percent of the day fucking, which wouldn’t leave time for much else. Like eating and sleeping.
“Sounds like a perfect honeymoon.” I clung to the couch as he unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor.
Killian didn’t even wait long enough to pull my panties aside. He just pressed his mouth between my legs and started lapping hungrily. I tried to stifle my groan. He hadn’t even closed the door.
“I want to hear you,” he growled.
“What?” I blushed.
He pulled back and looked at me. “You’re about to be mine for the rest of your life. Tell the whole house.”
My flush didn’t burn off, but I couldn’t deny him when he looked at me like that. The dangerous man I’d fallen in love with made all the more dangerous by his all-consuming love for me. He dove back between my legs.
“Ah, Killian!” I moaned.
He rewarded that by pulling my panties aside and pushing his hot mouth onto me. I gasped, and my knees grew weak.
“Fuck, Killian. I’m so close,” I whimpered.
He ripped himself back and grinned at me. I unfastened his belt and released him from the prison of his suit pants I slid my hand down his shaft as he moaned. My chest rose and fell as desperate need sent every thought I had into my core. Killianstepped closer, pressing me against the back of the couch, and slammed inside.
The moan that tore out of my throat, barely shaped like his name, made him smile viciously and drop his mouth to my chest.
“Not…too high,” I panted. “My skirt?—”
He growled and grabbed my other breast. The manhandling pushed me higher and higher, toward the peak. I wrapped one of my legs around him and pulled him closer until he could only pull out a few inches. He fucked me like that, as hard as he could, until I tipped over the edge, and he followed a second later. Boneless, we tumbled onto the couch. He remained seated inside me as I caught my breath.
I kissed the top of his head. “What’s going on, really?”
“I was just thinking about how meeting you changed me.” He kissed my collarbone softly. “I barely recognize the man I was back then. And you make me so much happier than he ever was.”
I buried my face in his hair to hide my surprise. I knew Killian loved me in my bones, but he wasn’t a sentimental man. If the terrifying Hand of Death I met back then saw him now, he’d have laughed and asked if I broke him. To hear Killian not only admit how much had changed but how happy it made him warmed something deep inside me.
“It’s like magic.” He chuckled against my skin. “I never thought I’d fall in love.”
“I remember that.” I smiled. “You thought it for a while after you did.”
He grinned. “I never thought I’d get married, either. Never thought I’d retire, much less early. You, Sera Bianchi, are a miracle worker.”
I laughed. “I’m just an English teacher.”
“You are much, much more than that.” He peppered me with kisses. “For which I am profoundly grateful. I can’t wait for our future.”
