Page 107 of The Crowned Garza
“I was just wondering if you could look at this—”
“Not now! Go the fuck away.”
Digging his fingers into my skin, he growls at my ear, “You fuck like a Delilah and it makes me angry.” One hand comes up to grip my face. Hard. “So fucking angry,regalità.”
“Why angry?” I pant out.
“Because you didn’t learn to fuck like this withme,” he grits out. “Now I want to hunt down every man who’s been inside this sweet, tight pussy before me and slit their throats. I want to make thembleedfor ever touching you. I want to watch the life drain from their eyes, knowing they won’t ever get to see this infuriatingly beautiful face again.”
“Saint, I—I... I’m gonna—”
It hits me. Right at the core. Erupting, exploding, then rocking and rippling like an earthquake.
Saint presses his hand over my mouth, stifling the screams that would’ve undoubtedly tipped off Core Six.
“Love the way your pussy grips and clenches around me when you come,” he whispers as I convulse in the clutching arms of my orgasm. “You strangle me, cruel little vice that you are.”
While I’m temporarily out of commission, he works beneath me, thrusting upward with steady, unhurried strokes, watching me ride on the wings of euphoria.
When the goddess of pleasure finally releases me from her talons, I refocus on Saint again. Give him a small kiss. “I haven’t forgotten you.”
He looks so completely satisfied right now that it’s as ifhe’sthe one who just had an earth-shattering orgasm. As if my pleasure is all that matters to him and once I’m sated, he’s sated.
I’m starting to think that deep down he doesn’t believe he deserves pleasure. And that thought pisses me off.
For sturdy support, I grip the sofa behind him and fuck him like hedeserves. Because his pleasure matters as much as mine. Rhythmically, I ride him not for myself anymore but entirely for him. Relishing every grunt and groan and feral sound that reverberates in his chest.
Until his body goes rigid beneath me and his face is pressed into my cleavage, muffling his guttural curses. Fingers digging into my skin, his cock pulsing inside me, he finds his release.
Several pant-filled minutes later, when we’ve both come down from our euphoric high, he states, “You didn’t drive.”
It’s not a question, but I shake my head anyway.
“Smart girl. You’re staying with me tonight.”
Smiling, I press my face into his neck.That was the idea.
We clean up in the bathroom and then he’s gone for a while to check in with Core Six.
When he returns, he takes me to his secret elevator and whisks me up to his loft. Together, we whip up some tomato basil bruschetta for a fast and easy snack before he leaves me again and heads back down to the office.
Every now and then, he comes up to kiss and pet and cuddle me, waking me each time I doze off.
By the time he settles in bed with me for good, dawn is flirting outside the windows. He scoops me and shifts me over so my head is on his chest, dropping a kiss on my forehead.
“Saint?”
“Hmm?”
“Promettimi?”
His chest swells and deflates with a sigh. “Prometto, mia reginetta.”
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WE TIED OURSELVESto each other with ink.
It should have changed things.
