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her tender folds, Ria’s moan echoed throughout the room. “Oh, God…yes…”

“You like that, baby?” I didn’t wait for her answer, I worked my tongue over her folds, her clit, and finally circled it around that precious hole I was dying to shove my dick back inside.

Her hands tightened in my hair and her knees dropped wider as my lips, tongue, and teeth danced all over her perfect, pink pussy. I wanted to shove my fingers up her cunt, but I didn’t have bitch hands. Mine were rough and knew hard work, so I didn’t want to slide them in knowing she was tender. Instead, I focused on her clit until she was shaking beneath me.

“Cum on my face, baby,” I cooed. “I’ve been dying to fucking taste you for years.”

“Yes…” she agreed, and a few licks and sucks later, Ria was detonating all over my face. I worked my way to her opening and lapped up as much of her cream as I could, trying to capture all the years I missed out on.

And Ria tasted like fucking magic.

And I wasn’t going to hold back with my wife. Any cream that escaped, I followed it until my tongue circled that little rosebud of hers, and I wanted to beat on my chest when her whimpers became desperate groans repeating my name over, and over again.

But I didn’t stop there.

I knew I had hurt her when I took her in the shower, so I worked my tongue until she came two more times, stopping me only because the sensitivity had become too much for her. I wanted her soaked before driving into her again.

After leaving more marks on the inside of her thighs and near that trimmed triangle of hers, I worked my way back up her body. Once we were face-to-face, I kissed her, letting her get a taste of what was driving me crazy. “That’s how you taste, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “Like fucking Heaven.”

“Mmmmm,” she moaned.

Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was ready to pass out, but we were far from finished. “Look at me, Luca.” She opened her eyes, and I pushed my hips forward, impaling her with my entire length.

My name, a scream from her lips, never sounded so good.

Chapter 17

Saveria~

It was painful but needed at the same time.

I didn’t need pretty words or delicate touches. I didn’t want a sugarcoated version of Francisco. I was still working through all my emotions, and just because I was letting him take me, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t still hurt or angry. And that’s why I wasn’t telling him to stop even though the pleasure and pain were battling equally. I needed a way to purge my hate and mixing in the pain with the pleasure was helping with that.

I also couldn’t deny the view was spectacular.

Francisco Benetti hovering over me, with his body crashing into mine, was a vision that would be burned into my mind forever. “More,” I demanded, no matter the price my body was going to pay tomorrow.

He told me he loved me. He told me he’s always been in love with me and I wanted him to prove it. I wanted-no, needed to feel that he did. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life believing my marriage was just an arrangement, even if it was.

Francisco was looking down at me, and there was determination in those black eyes of his to give me what I was demanding of him. He looked beautifully violent and I wanted him untethered. “Baby…”

“Please,” I begged him. “Please, Francisco…”

He pushed into me hard enough to move the bed. “You want me to tear you apart?” he asked, and it was a terrifying but thrilling notion.

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Motherfucker,” he growled, but he delivered. Francisco started slamming into me with enough force to put dents it the wall. I had no doubt the entire building was shaking all around us, but I still needed more. I needed this man to erase all signs of doubt from my mind and all signs of betrayal from my heart.

“Yes,” I hissed, my nails digging into his back and my legs pulling up higher around his waist. “Make me cum, Francisco,” I said, issuing demand, after demand. “Make me cum.”

The challenge must have touched that male nerve that was as old as time because he hooked my left leg over his arm, opening my body wider, and his thrusts were full of every inch