The Vatican - M.E. Clayton Page 0,36

of his impressive length. I felt my entire center being stretched impossibly wide and I loved it.

“Like that, baby?” he panted. “Is that how you want to be fucked?” I moaned at his filthy words. “Do you need every inch of my cock stretching out that tight pussy of yours?”

“Yes!” I screamed, not caring who heard me. I could feel the pressure building, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m going to have you cumming on my cock every fucking night, baby,” he promised. “I’m going to keep you fill with my cum, Ria. No one will ever doubt who you belong to ever again. You’ll never doubt it.”

I came.

My entire body trembled with waves of pleasure and white spots danced behind my eyes. But then he rode me through another one, and I was about to beg him to stop when he finally seized above me and emptied himself inside me. He was the only man I’d ever been with without the benefit of protection and there was something dangerously erotic about the feel of him flooding my body.

“Francisco…” He was still pushing into me even though his dick was beginning to soften.

“I can’t get enough,” he gritted out. “Fuck, Ria, it’s not fucking enough.”

I knew what he meant.

I knew how he felt.

When he finally rolled off me, he pulled me into his arms and the only thing I could hear was his rapid heartbeat underneath my ear.

I must have fallen asleep because, suddenly, I jerked awake to find the bed empty. I reached over and the spot where Francisco should have been was cold. I sat up and, when I threw my legs over the side of the bed, I winced at the tenderness between my legs. I wasn’t about to put any underwear or pants on, so I went over to the closet and pulled out one of Francisco’s shirts.

I knew this penthouse as well as I knew my apartment, so I padded around barefoot until I found him in his study again. He was sitting at his desk, his laptop fired up, his perfect face lit with the backdrop. It’s amazing how I’ve always thought Francisco was a sexy, gorgeous man, but now…now, he was just simply beautiful in my eyes.

He looked up as I walked into the room. “Couldn’t sleep, Benetti?” I didn’t stop until I perched my ass against the edge of his desk.

“I think my shirts look better on you than they do me,” he remarked, a sly grin on his lips.

I glanced at the laptop. “What are you doing that’s more important than being in bed with me?”

He smirked as he stood up and walked around his desk. I looked into those black eyes as he grabbed my hips and perched me on top of the oak. I noticed he took care to set me down carefully.

My heart warmed.

Francisco stepped in between my legs, leaned down, and placed a kiss on my bottom lip. When he pulled back, he said, “There’s nothing more important than being in bed with you, Fiore.” And I smiled at how he fell back into our habit of calling each other by our last names. Even though I was a Benetti now, there was a warm comfort in how he called me Fiore. But I also knew, moving forward, he’d be the only one able to ever call me that.

“So, then why are you in here instead of in there?” My fingers reached for the band of his pajama pants. The man was commanding in a suit, and sexy in casual wear, but barefoot in just some pajama pants without a shirt…the man was a walking sex god.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “I didn’t want to wake you with my thinking, so I came in here to get some work done.” He smirked. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s been this five-foot-two-inch brunette with mouth-watering curves who’s been dominating all my time these past few days.”

I grinned. “I might have heard rumors.”

His black eyes danced all around my face, and his brows drew down in deep seriousness. “God, I love you,” he rasped out, and he said it with so much emotion, the back of my eyes started to sting. “I feel like I’ve been waiting years to be able to say that to you, and now…now, it feels like I’ll never be able to say it enough.”

“Francisco…”

His large hands cupped my face and when his lips found mine, I knew this moment was