Page 70 of Broken Princess

His eyes darken with understanding as he looks up at me and rises to climb on top of me, lowering his strong body onto mine. He's still gentle, but the feeling of him taking me into his arms as he settles between my open thighs once more is euphoric. I feel the head of his thick, swollen cock against my folds, already so slick from everything he's just been doing that taking him should be a little easier than usual.

At least, that's what I assume until he enters me. Even though he's gentle, it's a reminder of just how huge he really is.

"Fuck," I hiss through my teeth before he captures my lips as he sheaths himself inside me.

"Good girl," he murmurs against my lips, easing in and almost out until he starts thrusting into me in a slow, steady rhythm.

The pain is soon forgotten as my fingers lace behind his head, pulling him in closer for another kiss. Our tongues tangle and war with one another even though we're both vying for the same thing in the end.

His hands slip into my hair, gripping just hard enough to send a thrill down my spine. He loosens up a second later, like he didn't mean to let himself go that far, but the reminder that I can still make this man who's used to commanding everyone lose control of himself—even just a little—is thrilling.

"Lorenzo," I moan as he bends to turn his attention back to my neck, licking and sucking and nipping the spot just below my earlobe that drives me insane. He flicks his tongue against it, then curls it around the smooth flesh as he drives his cock into my spot.

He's like a virtuoso with an instrument in his hands, pulling every note from my body in the form of gasps and moans with expert precision. Like he knows it better than I do.

My breath starts to grow shallow in small, rapid pants as he grinds into me, and I feel pleasure throbbing deep within my core. I can feel his pulse, too, hard and steady. The heated rod of his cock drives into me a bit more forcefully each time, but he's still being careful. Almost infuriatingly so.

He chuckles against my lips, a soft, throaty sound. "Patience, baby girl," he says in that lightly teasing tone that has more of an effect on me than anyone else ever could. The man is seduction incarnate, and he's all mine.

Not just tonight, but forever.

It's too hard to believe sometimes, but with his body pressed to mine, his shaft buried deep within me and his lips on my throat, claiming me, it's a little easier to believe. Harder to deny, in any case.

"Fuck," I breathe, looking up at him as he shifts angles slightly to drive deeper into me, propping himself up on the bed with one hand while the other rests on my pussy, his thumb rubbing my clit in slow circles.

"Come for me, Amelia," he says, his words a growling command in a voice like sin. It sends a shudder down my spine while his touch electrifies me in combination with the sensation of him grinding into my G-spot.

As usual, my body responds to his demands before my own thoughts. A deep, shuddering pleasure runs down my spine and spreads throughout my whole body as I come, crying out his name as I buck against him.

"Lorenzo!"

He leans down again, capturing my lips one last time to swallow down my moans of pleasure as I return the kiss wholeheartedly. With a low growl, he comes inside me, and I find myself bucking into him until the last pulsing stream of come. I'm breathless and my ears are ringing from the rush of blood to my head, making the room spin. A strangled gasp escapes me as Lorenzo finally catches his breath, his eyes dark but gentle as he gazes down at me.

"I love you, Amelia," he murmurs.

The words are low and intimate, and no matter how many times he says them, I'm never going to stop feeling like it's the first.

My heart flutters again as I take his face in my hands and press my forehead against his, smiling. "And I love you, Lorenzo," I whisper. "More than anything."

Even after I've caught my breath and I find myself wrapped securely in the shelter of his arms, I still feel the effects of those words lingering. They're not just words, though. They're an essence that permeates everything he does. All the ways he's shown me he means them.

I'm starting to believe it, too. But I don't think I'll get tired of hearing it all the same.

CHAPTER 35

AMELIA

Iwake up to the sound of the ocean and the feeling of Lorenzo's arms around me. It feels like a dream, but it's real.

I sigh and snuggle closer to him, still not quite believing this is my life now. It all seems too good to be true, but I'm determined to enjoy it while it lasts.

Lorenzo stirs and kisses the top of my head. "Good morning."

"Morning," I murmur, stretching lazily. I sit up, looking around the gorgeous villa. It's even more beautiful in the daylight. "I'm still not used to this place."

"You will be," Lorenzo says, pulling me back into bed with him. "We're not leaving anytime soon."

I giggle and nestle against him, feeling his arms close around me. This is my favorite place in the world, right here in his arms. I'm safe and loved, and nothing can touch me.

---