Page 122 of Where Dark Hearts Devour
I curl my fingers into his hair. “Don’t gloat.” Then I pull him back onto my mouth.
Within seconds I’m lost again.
His hands slip below the sheets and tug up the nightgown I’ve been forced to wear.
“This is sexy,” he says softly.
I adopt my most sultry voice. “Wait till you see the bed pan.”
He rewards my sharp tongue with a nip and shoves the sheet down over my thighs.
Then he gives me what I need. All of his weight.
He stills while I revel in the length of his cock pressing into my thighs and stomach. I tip my head backwards and let out a long breathy moan.
“Oh fuck, Trilby,” he whispers hoarsely. “Stop doing this to me.”
I lower my head and frown. “Doing what?”
“Making me want to fuck you in public places when anyone could walk in and see us. We’re in a hospital in case you hadn’t noticed.”
I lift my head and bite his bottom lip earning myself another growl. “I don’t care.”
“Then I have to, for your sake.” His torso stiffens but I can feel his conviction slipping away with each kiss I press to his jaw.
“Stop it,” he moans.
I smile against his neck. “No.”
“Oh good lord.” He gasps when I slide my hand down to his pants and cup as much of his cock as I can through the fabric. It leaps into my hold and he buries his face into the pillow muffling a frustrated groan.
“Just fuck me for heaven’s sake,” I murmur into his ear. “I’ve been waiting for ten damn days.”
He lifts his head and spears me with a hooded brow and a look of pure filth.
“Spread your legs.”
Yes.
I wriggle my legs out from under him then a crack pierces the air and I slide head first into the head board. Cristiano’s weight rolls off me, while I fold up like a concertina at the top of the bed… half of which is now collapsed on the floor.
“Jesus!” Cristiano is standing over me in seconds and scooping me up in his arms. “Are you ok?”
I look around myself in shock. “What happened?”
He lowers my feet to the floor. “We broke the bed.”
I pan back to him, my brows arched.
He holds up his hands. “It wasn’t just me, Castellano. There were two of us on it. And it wasn’t one of the standard issue ones. That fucker wasflimsy.”
I narrow my eyes and smooth the cotton down over my legs. “It’s held up just fine for ten days.”
When I look up again, he’s staring at me.
“What?”
“Marry me.” His tone is sharp and unyielding.
