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When I shimmied out of it, sending the dress soundlessly to the floor, he drew in a sharp breath.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his gaze primal and hungry.
He twisted his tie around his right hand and approached me, his thighs brushing against mine. It was all it took for a low moan to crawl up my throat.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I breathed.
The bundle of nerves between my thighs thumped when a salacious smirk stretched across his face. “Only if you’re a good girl.”
I rolled my eyes, but the moment his tongue brushed against my lips, all traces of humor were sucked from the room. He ran a rough hand across my cheek and kissed me. Shock erupted in my chest like a volcano, lava spilling through every vein, warming me down to my bones.
He tasted so good, so perfect, and it was at this very moment I knew I was addicted beyond recovery.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as the kiss turned violent, almost like he’d been battling the same pent-up frustrations as I had for months.
Christian groaned into my mouth when I scraped my nails down his abs, my blood thickening with lust. Through a stimulating blur of bites, sucks, and kisses, I became trapped between the bed and my husband. When he curled my legs around his waist, I worked myself along the ridge of his cock, my patience to feel him inside me stretched thin.
He pushed into me, filling me to the hilt. I gasped, arching to take him deeper, and wondered if anything had ever felt this good.
“You were made for me,” he murmured into my neck, sighing out a rumble of approval against my throat as he slid into me deep and slow, something soft breaking through.
Not wanting him to retreat or go easy on me, I encouraged him to continue. “More. Please.”
The gentle press of his lips against mine, even while he fucked me hard enough I thought I might black out, had me crying out in the dim room.
Somewhere along the way, he’d laid me flat on my stomach, holding my wrists on either side of my head as he fucked me from behind. He stilled, breath heavy, as he brushed his lips against the back of my neck.
“No one touches you but me,” he whispered, his hot breath eviscerating me on the spot.
“Ditto,” I breathed, losing all sense of reality.
He pressed his face into my neck and growled with satisfaction. He was hitting a spot so deep, so intense, tears were beginning to sting my eyes. His body weight was heavy as he held me down, sending undiluted pleasure coursing through my blood. And then there was this feeling in my chest, a lightness and a heaviness all at once. It was too much. As I tumbled toward the edge of release, I took all sense of reason within me.
I didn’t think I’d ever come up for air again. Simple as that, my heart was his.
Signed, sealed, delivered.
Chapter Twenty-Four
PRIEST
It was my first true deep kiss. Ever. And when I tasted the softness of my wife’s full lips, I knew I was lost to her. She’d taken hold of my very being, and I welcomed it.
I’d thought I could keep her separate from my mess, in a box of her own, but it was quickly becoming apparent that she’d already burrowed beneath my skin.
As I gathered my wits and began to accept how utterly lost I was for this woman, I understood there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I’d fight her demons, be her shoulder to cry on, and protect her secrets.
With a single kiss upon her lips, I knew I’d hold on with both hands.
Juliette’s face appeared in the periphery of my mind and I tried to push it away, but I couldn’t shake the guilt of protecting her and Dante’s secret, one whose consequences I worried would be too great for Ivy to recover from. Slowly but surely, it ate at my black soul.
“I have a surprise for you.” I frowned, pulled from my thoughts as my attention slid down to Ivy’s face against my chest. We had another few hours before we’d land in Rome.
“Huh?”
“Father Gabriel,” she said quietly.
It hit me like a ton of bricks, the memories of that fucker and the things he’d done to me making me want to roar. Break something. Scrub myself clean.
