Page 116 of My Dark Ever After
Her laugh was wet. “That I am too stubborn for my own good?”
“That we cannot be fulfilled unless we are together.”
“You know I won’t leave you ever again, right?” she asked, her eyes wide with desperation as they searched my face. “When I promised you, I meant it. Nothing can take me from your side again.”
“Let’s not tempt fate,” I encouraged, leaning to kiss the tip of her nose because she was adorable and I did not have to try to resist her temptation any longer. “You are not that proficient with a gun yet to ward off any enemy.”
“Soon,” she swore. “Just like with Empress Theodora, people will come to fear and respect me too.”
“La mia temibile cacciatrice,” I teased as I bit into her lower lip. “La mia stella cadente.”
My fearsome huntress. My shooting star.
“Meus Rex Infernus,” she said, rolling to the toes of her high heels to better kiss my mouth, sliding her tongue between my lips with a proprietary assertiveness that made my cock ache. “I want you.”
“Dinner will get cold,” I told her, but I was already lifting her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my hips as I walked over to the bench beforeThe Birth of Venusand sat down on it.
“Cold is good,” she murmured nonsensically. “I have this fire beneath my skin, and I need you to put it out.”
“Is that right?” I asked roughly as her mouth trailed from mine to the corner of my jaw and then my neck. “I brought you here to admire the art, Guinevere.”
“After,” she suggested, biting into my earlobe as she moved sinuously over my lap, rubbing herself against the crest of my hardened cock beneath my trousers.
“Now,” I insisted, clamping my hands over her hips to lift her off me and settle her between my legs, on her feet.
She pouted.
I ignored it, pushing her firmly away from me until she took a few steps back.
Only then did I brace my hands behind me on the bench and lean back to devour her greedily, lazily, with my eyes.
“Well?” I asked coolly. “I am here to admire the art, Guinevere. Undress and let me admire the most beautiful piece in the room.”
Her nostrils flared as she took a startled breath, but I watched the way desire transformed her too, deepening the pink in her cheeks and lips, turning her eyes to hot, dark coals.
My sweetcerbiattamight have struggled to strip for me in a public place like the Uffizi, no matter that it was closed, the cameras off, but my fiercecacciatriceloved the challenge. Her chin tipped high as she slowly moved her hands up those narrow panels of fabric covering her breasts, molding the shape of them, pausing to pluck at her nipples until they were hard beads beneath the gauze. I could almost see the dusky rose of them through the slightly sheer chiffon.
“Sei così bella,” I encouraged her as she slipped her fingers beneath the panel and edged it in tiny increments until it fell off one shoulder, exposing her right breast to my gaze.
Puckered pink nipple, high, pert swell.
My mouth watered.
A coy, feminine smile played at her mouth as she did the same little dance with the other strap until it fell, limp petals at her waist revealing that lean, slightly curved torso, bare but for thecornicellonecklace I had given her at her neck.
“Il tuo seno mi fa venire l’acquolina in bocca,” I growled.
Your breasts make my mouth water.
“Take out your cock for me,” she asked, touching her tongue to her lower lip while she waited for me to obey her.
I pulled myself out through the zipper carefully so that I remained fully clothed, just the hard, weeping shaft of my dick exposed for her gaze.
“Do you want me to stroke myself while I watch you get naked?” I asked, my voice as deep and dark as the desire curling like my hand around my length.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Then continue,” I demanded, wrapping my fingers around the base of my cock but not stroking.
