The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,111

upward. His mouth is wet, his breath hot as his breathing grows more ragged.

“Sei la mia anima gemella,” he says as he parts my thighs.

“And you, are mine,” I respond.

“Non posso vivere senza te,” he says and slides into me with one, deep, powerful thrust forward of his hips.

“You’ll never have to live without me,” I assure him

He grips the headboard.

“Ti fotterò così forte,” he growls.

“I don’t know what that means,” I moan when he pulls back out.

“It means I’m going to fuck you so hard ...” He bites his lip and tightens his grip on the headboard. I’m mesmerized by the flex and bulge of his big biceps over my head.

“So hard that what?”

“Let me show you,” he says and he thrusts up into me so hard my whole body slides up the mattress and the headboard rattles.

“Let me ride that wave, Tesoro,” he pulls back out of me and I smile wide, lick my dry lips and gaze up at my god of sin, my Duke of Midnight, my renaissance man, my heartbreaker, my heart fixer, my everything.

I’ll never stop falling in love with him. We make magic together.

I want to hold my breath and stop time. The feeling I have, of being enough, of being loved for all that I am, with no desire to change anything about me. With more than acceptance of the baggage I bring—with pride. I want him and this forever. Right now though, even that wouldn’t be long enough for me.

“You make me so fucking crazy.” He puts one hand on my hip and starts short, deep, hard, fast and my eyes roll to the top of my head at the intensity of his fucking. I feel like I’m being consumed.

“Sei il tesoro più prezioso che ho trovato e che vorrei custodire per sempre”

I have no idea what that means, but I remember the first time he called me Tesoro, and my heart swells. I flash back to the moment I fell in love with him. It was that night on the ledge when I was sure that I was going to die.

And my heart, facing its potential demise, made a decision. If he hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have made it off that cliff. And since that night, he’s owned my heart. That river will roll over the delta whenever nature commands her to without any regard for the best laid plans of mice and men. And Hayes, my river, will roll over me. And I will love him through it all because my heart has chosen him.

“I would rearrange the universe to have you,” he says, and his body flexes over me. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flex under the smooth golden-hued skin that covers his beautiful body, and his thrust is so deep and hard that I’m sure he’ll split me in half.

His chest heaves and he thrusts up again.

“Rearrange me,” I sigh and he thrusts even harder.

“Shatter me,” I beg and he fucks me hard, his arms and chest flex and ripple over my head, and when I come in the most spectacular explosion of tension I’ve ever felt, my whole world distills to the moment that would make this act between us a covenant—a promise.

He grunts into my neck and drills me into the mattress.

Yes, I will never get enough of this.

He lifts onto his knees and grips the headboard, his lower lips trapped between his teeth, his body moving like a machine between my thighs—fast, hard and unrelenting—until he throws his head and shouts my name between grunts.

He pulls out and spurts on my stomach and thighs. “I claim you,” he pants, before he slides back into me.

Our come mingles and smears between our sweaty bodies. I lift my hips and press us together. My orgasm’s aftershocks are still sending dancing, shimmering shivers of electricity through me.

Then Hayes drops his big body onto the bed next to me, and a huge cracking sound is our only warning before the entire bed collapses beneath us.

We lay on the sunken mattress and stare at each other before we burst out into laughter.

Then, as if in response to our mirth, the splatter of rain starts to beat on the window.

“It was raining during our first time in Italy,” I remind him.

“‘Because thunder only happens when it’s raining,’” he croons the hook to the Fleetwood Mac classic in my ear. “And I promise you, this is the only place where we’ll make this kind of noise. In our