The Price (House of Sin #5) - Elisabeth Naughton Page 0,76
where she was taking me in, slowly—achingly slowly. My whole body trembled as she surrendered to me. “Dio, that’s so hot. Let me in, angioletto. Let me have all of you, and I promise I’ll make you come so hard you won’t remember your name.”
“Oh fuck, Luc...” She pressed back against me, quivering as she surrendered to me, inch by inch, until her sweet ass was pressed up against my hips and we were both breathless and shaking.
“Santo Dio, Natalie. You’re so tight.” I ran my hands up her back and down to her hips. “How does that feel?”
“Huge,” she gasped. “I can’t... I need... Oh fuck...”
My chest tightened at the panic I heard in her voice. “Cazzo, I’m hurting you. I’ll stop. I—”
“Don’t you dare stop. Oh fuck…” Her voice jumped two octaves, to a sound I’d never heard from her before. “Oh my God, fuck me. I can’t take it. Please start moving. I’m about to come already... Take me. Now. Right now…”
Her plea ignited a firestorm inside me. I drew back and thrust in deep, just as she was begging for me to do. Did it again. And was rewarded with a scream that pierced my eardrums as her whole body exploded in a massive orgasm around all me.
Her pleasure was too much for me. I managed only a couple of thrusts before my balls drew up tight and I detonated inside her.
She was shaking when I opened my eyes. We were both facedown on the carpet, her sweaty body beneath mine. Easing off her, I rolled to my side, then pulled her into my arms.
Her breaths were fast and shallow as I brushed the damp hair back from her face and kissed her forehead, hoping that hadn’t been too much.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“Okay?” Her muffled voice met my ears, and her warm breath fanned my neck. “You destroyed me.”
I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. And I was almost too afraid to ask. Then she pushed back from my chest and looked up at me with glazed eyes. “That was... Holy cow, that was intense. I think I came as soon as you were inside me.”
“Almost.” I studied her face for any sign I’d hurt her. “How do you feel?”
“Limp.” A slow smile spread across her face. “Yours.”
That one word melted me. I groaned and dragged her mouth back to mine. “You are mine,” I said between kisses. “All mine now. Only mine. And I’m yours. Always.”
She smiled against me. “Good. Because I don’t think I can walk anymore. You might have broken me.”
“No way. You’re too tough.”
Her grin widened. “Maybe I am. But so are you. Thank you for that.”
“For introducing you to really dirty sex?”
She laughed. “No.” Then she sobered as she looked up at me. “For being you again.” Her eyes grew misty. “I-I missed you, Luc. I missed all of you.”
“Ah, vita mia.” I swiped a tear from her cheek with the back of my hand, knowing exactly what she meant, moved by the power of her love for me. “I was always here. Part of me just got a little lost along the way. But I promise you, no matter what happens, I will always find my way back to you. No matter what.”
She lifted her mouth to mine and kissed me. And, overwhelmed by her strength, her love, by everything about her, I pushed to my feet, lifted her into my arms, and carried her into the shower.
I washed every part of her body, then mine. She leaned back against the tile wall and sighed as I rinsed her.
My stomach dropped when I spotted the bruises on her breast and realized I’d been too rough with her, but she soothed me with a kiss and told me she was fine. That she liked what I’d done. That she liked everything I did to her. And when she tried to drop to her knees and take me into her mouth, I didn’t let her. I touched her between her legs until she trembled against me, then I lowered myself to the shower floor and pleasured her all over again with my tongue.
Afterward, we curled around each other naked in bed, and I held her to me as she fell back to sleep. And as my mind drifted to everything that had happened the last few days, I knew it wasn’t any doctor or medicine that had healed me.