The Price (House of Sin #5) - Elisabeth Naughton Page 0,38
us. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and this—us—is unbreakable.”
He groaned and opened to my kiss, drawing my tongue deep into his mouth. And when his arms tightened around my waist, I shifted my hips so he was at the perfect position, then lowered and took him in, gasping at the tight, thick feel of him stretching me again.
“Cazzo, ho bisogno di te.” His kiss turned greedy, wild, commanding against my mouth.
I rocked against him, contracting around his rigid length, groaning against his tongue, against his lips. His big hands tipped my head the way he wanted so he could kiss me deeper. So he could take me. So he could claim me the way we both needed. And I gave myself over to the pleasure of his touch. To whatever he wanted. As much as he needed.
He was everything to me. Everything I’d been missing. Everything I needed. My heart. My strength. My very purpose in this life. I knew that now. I understood there’d been something much more powerful than chance at work the day I’d wandered into his building in New York. A love like this, a passion this intense, didn’t happen randomly. Fate had sent me to him so I could help him. And I’d found him because he was the missing piece of my heart I hadn’t known I’d been searching for.
“Ah, angioletto,” he whispered against my lips. “Non posso vivere senza te. Don’t leave me. Please... Non lasciarmi mai.”
“I won’t,” I whispered back, kissing him again and again as I rode him. “I won’t ever leave you.”
His lips moved to my jaw. And I lost myself in his strength as he wrapped his muscular arms around me and took charge of my body, thrusting deep into my core as he pushed away from the wall and devoured my throat with his sinful and tempting lips. I lost myself in his scent—in the sweet, familiar tones of jasmine and cedar and rum I would always associate with him as he drew his cock out and thrust back in harder and deeper with every plunge, stretching me wider, pushing me toward a climax that was steamrolling straight toward me.
And I lost every bit of my heart and soul to this man when he cupped the back of my head with one large hand and tipped my face down to his so my forehead rested against his as he consumed me with a passion and frenzied urgency I didn’t know was in him.
“Look at me, angioletto. Don’t look away.”
I blinked. Gasped because he was hitting that spot... That perfect spot that was going to make me implode. Tried to focus but couldn’t.
“Stay with me, Natalie,” he whispered, holding me still against him as he thrust deep again and again and kept my gaze locked with his. “You... You are my salvation. I don’t deserve you, but ah, Dio... I need you. I’m nothing without you. Absolutely nothing. I love you, angioletto. Only you.” He pressed his lips against mine. “Always. Always you, my sweet, sweet Natalie.”
His raw words, his thick cock striking that spot again and again, the mesmerizing and complete adoration in his eyes as he stared up at me... It was all too much. Too intense. My orgasm slammed into me with the force of a tidal wave.
It swept me under and devoured me with its power. But faintly, I heard Luc call my name. Deep inside, I felt that tsunami of passion consume him as he lengthened and swelled, growing even bigger, then erupted in my core. And not wanting to let go, I held on and rode the wave with him until we were both limp and sweaty and floating through the ripples left behind. Lost in each other. Exactly as we were always meant to be.
Water ran in rivulets down my face. When I managed to pry my eyes open, I realized Luc was slumped back against the shower wall. I tried to push back so I wouldn’t hurt him, but he tightened his arms around me and didn’t let me go. And as I studied him, I realized he wasn’t uncomfortable. There was no pain across his face from his wounds touching the tiles. His features were relaxed, his eyes glazed and sated, and he was toying with my wet hair, running his hands over any part of me he could touch, keeping me close, exactly as I’d ached for him to do for over a week.