Page 92 of Brutal Heir
“Good,” she breathes. “That makes two of us.”
Okay, maybe I was wrong about the scared part.
Then there’s no more talking. Just her skin on mine as I move over her, hands eager to explore every inch. Her breath mingling between us as I devour her lips.
Then a quiet gasp when I slip my hand between her legs and find her soaking wet for me.
A groan parts my lips as I run my finger across her slick heat. “Mmm, Red, you have no idea what you do to me. Only you.” My cock is heavy against her thigh, and a desperate tangle of excitement and terror ravages my chest.
What if I can’t…
I start to slide down her body, resorting to what I know I do best. I’ll have her coming on my tongue in no time. But her hands curl around my face, forcing my eyes to hers.
“Uh, uh, Rossi. I want your mouth up here this time.”
“But…”
She shakes her head, then captures my lips. And as if she’s read my innermost thoughts, her fingers curl around my cock, positioning it at her entrance.
Fear claws at me.
But then she moves, and all that’s left is heat and her. She rocks her hips, and a groan vibrates my throat as she glides my throbbing head across her wetness, the sound echoed from the lips of the beautiful woman beneath me. Just like that the dread, the anxiety vanishes.
With a reassuring smile, she releases me, and I take over. Sliding my cock through her wet folds, the building heat intensifies with every pass.Dio, I’m not even inside her yet, and I’m ready to explode.
Rory’s right. I can do this. More than that, there’s nothing I want more in this world than to fuck this woman and claim her as mine.
“Are you on the pill?” I rasp out.Oh, please say yes. All I want is to feel her pussy wrapped around my bare cock.
“I never would have let you get this far if I wasn’t, McFecker.” Her voice is rough, laced with as much desire as my own.
“Good.” A grin parts my lips.
Her arms wind around my waist, hands curving over my ass. She drives me closer, the tip of my head sinking into her sweetness. The unspoken command is clear.
My tiny tyrant wants me inside her, and I have every intention of obeying.
So I thrust my hips and sink into her pussy.
And everything stops. My heart. My lungs. My brain.
All I know is sensation. The incredible feel of her wrapped around me. So wet, so warm, so perfect.
“Alessandro…” My name on her lips is everything.
Our eyes meet, and a ragged moan splinters the moment of pure perfection, the melody of both our shattered breaths coming out as one.
Instinctively, my hips begin to move, slowly gliding out of her before thrusting all the way in. And in. Again and again. Until the lines between us blur, and I forget where her heartbeat ends and mine begins.
This time, there are no interruptions. No secrets.
Just two scarred souls finding solace in the wreckage of each other. And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel broken. I feel whole.
Because I’m not surviving this life anymore.
I’m living it.
With her.
