Page 82 of Devil's Iris
I’m gone. Thrashing against the mattress, possessed, undone, every drag of his cock sending my pleasure soaring, making me feel even more like his.
“That’s it,amore.You’re getting there. I want you to come forme,” he whispers hotly against my lips, his thumb twisting on my clit. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
And Ido.
I scream his name to the moonlit sky as my body seizes, blinding white heat crashing through me, my walls fluttering wildly around him. My lips move, incoherent words slipping out, my nails raking down his back as immense pleasure tears through me, wave after wave.
Romero’s curse rips free, no longer restrained, and he slams into me once more—deep and rough, fighting through my tightening core. Then he comes with a ragged groan, spilling himself into me, and oh holy shit, it’s so much, so alive, rolling and pulsing through me in ways I didn’t know I could feel. The warmth spreads, and my thoughts scatter, my mind losing itself in the sheer intensity of him filling me for the very first time.
He collapses over me, burying his face in my neck, both of us gasping, clinging, trembling in the aftermath.
Outside, the wind howls through the forest, the waves crashing with a furious roar. But here, wrapped in Romero’s arms, I feel treasured and loved.
A dangerous emotion that I’m helpless to resist.
29
LENI
I wake up with my body deliciously sore, still tingling from how thoroughly Romero claimed me last night. A lazy smile spreads across my lips as I stretch and roll onto my side, a low moan slipping past me with my yawn.
When my eyes finally blink open, they land on Romero sitting in a chair across from the bed, watching me. My cheeks flame instantly—part embarrassment, part something much more dangerous that makes my toes curl beneath the sheets. His gaze isso intense.
“Hey.” My voice comes out raspy, thick from sleep and… well, all the screaming I did last night. I clear my throat, suddenly hyperaware of my nakedness beneath the sheet and quickly wrap it around my body before shuffling into a sitting position against the headboard.
That’s when my eye catches on something small sitting on the nightstand next to me—a dark blue box that definitely wasn’t there last night. I frown at it suspiciously. “What’s this?”
“It’s a gift. A wedding gift, if you will.”
A wedding gift.My frown deepens.“But… I didn’t get you anything.” Still, my hand hovers, heart thudding with anticipation. Carefully, I pick up the box. What could be inside?
It’s so small, almost the size of a ring box—but it can’t be a ring. I already have two from him on my fingers.
“That’s alright. I enjoy buying you things. And if it makes you feel better, I only ordered it this morning. Open it.” His tone dips at the end, like he can’t wait to see my reaction.
I flick the lid open—and blink, my jaw dropping. A navel ring.
A small, brilliant-cut diamond nestled in delicate white gold shimmers under the soft morning light. It’s dainty,dazzling, impossibly luxurious compared to the simple pink stone I’ve been wearing—and clearly outrageously expensive.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathe, my throat thick as I study it. “Romero…” I look up, startled to find him suddenly right beside the bed. When did he get up from the chair?
“Can I put it on you?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble that zips down my spine and settles hot between my thighs, leaving me throbbing all over again.
I gulp, squeezing my legs together. “I don’t know… it looks expensive, and–”
Before I can finish protesting, he’s plucking the box from my nerveless fingers and gently coaxing me to lie back down. The blanket slips away from my body, and cool air kisses my skin, making my nipples pucker instantly.Oh God.
His pupils blow wide as his gaze lingers on my breasts, tongue darting out to lick his lips. A low curse escapes him, but he forces his attention lower, to my belly.
He touches the old stone—just a light brush—but my stomach muscles contract violently and I suck in a breath. His movements are clinical and practiced, nothing lustful despite the heat in his eyes, yet I feel completely bare and vulnerable in a way that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m nakedbeneath him. This feels more intimate than everything we did last night, and I can’t explain why or how that’s even possible.
Slowly, he unscrews the barbell at the top of my piercing, hands careful like he’s handling glass. But the skin healed long ago, so I don’t feel any pain as he removes it. Just a pleasant tug that sends unexpected tingles racing through me, my toes curling into the sheets.
Then he pauses, his gaze fixed on the bare spot with an expression I can’t read. And without warning, he leans in and presses a soft kiss right on my navel, his warm breath tickling me and kicking my pulse into a frantic stutter.Fuck.
The back of his fingers brushes over my stomach and it heaves sharply, earning me a quick glance. He studies my face, reading the building desire there, and then—almost experimentally—presses his thumb into my navel hole, those hot, too-perceptive green eyes latched to me.
My eyes slam shut as I gasp, my head digging back into the mattress while a violent shiver rips through me.
