Page 113 of Whispers in the Dark
He reaches for my hand and tries to lead me toward the stairs, but I keep my stance strong. “No.”
Looking over his shoulder, his brow arches.
“I want…” Shyness overcomes me, but I swallow it down.This is my husband.A man I love with everything inside me. “I want you to make me yours right here.”
Before the fire.
A place where we’ve spent many nights with a book in my hands as he listened to every story I read him.
A place where our love for one another blossomed.
Mauro reaches for the faux fur blanket on the side of the couch, and I step out of his way as he lays it on the floor. Standing straight, he offers me his hand, and I place my palm against his.
I stand before him, tilting my face up. His lips ghost over mine, barely touching, but leaving a tingle over my skin.
“Make me yours, Mauro,” I breathe.
There’s no hesitation when his lips consume mine.
Hauling me against him, his hand curves around my waist, and his other tangles in my hair. A deep groan leaves him as I curl my fingers around his neck, seeking to eliminate every ounce of space between us. His fingers pull on the zipper on the back of my dress, slowly tugging it down the length of my spine.
Dropping my arms, I let the fabric descend to the ground, leaving me completely naked before him.
Warmth skates over my exposed skin as Mauro’s eyes drift across me with a ravenous need, clearly pleased by my lack of underwear or bra.
I reach for his shirt and, with speed, undo the top few buttons, exposing his toned chest. Losing patience, he rips the rest of it apart, tugging the material from his pants and tossing it aside.
My eyes greedily take in his body.
Lust fills my center, creating an insatiable throb between my legs.
How he could ever view himself as a monster, I’ll never understand.
I rest my hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound, matching the speed of my own. Tracing my index finger back and forth, I glance up, locking eyes with him. “Mine.”
Satisfaction dances amidst his dark irises.
Bending down, his lips resume their place with mine, leaving me utterly breathless. With precision, his hand skims down my body, resting over my ass as he lifts me in the air. My legs loop around his torso, my body clinging to him as he kneels and then gently lowers me to the floor beneath him.
His large body covers me, his lips fusing to mine. I lift my hips, seeking friction as I slide over his hard length. With one hand, he reaches between us, unfastening his belt and lowering the zipper. He tugs the layers of material off his body, leaving nothing between us.
Pulling apart, he stares into my eyes, his palm covering my cheek. “Mine,” he says tenderly, his voice swirling around my heart, eliciting a euphoric haze around us.
Leaning down, his lips press tenderly to the center of my chest before he rests his forearm beside my head. My legs spread for him as he positions the head of his cock at my entrance.
Anticipation builds in the pit of my stomach as he gently nudges inside me.
I whimper, curling my fingers around his shoulders as he slides in, one inch at a time. The pressure from his size provides the fullness my body has come to crave from him.
His fingers float over my temple, pushing back my hair as he places a kiss on my forehead.
Once he’s fully seated, he takes a moment before moving. His thrusts start slow, but quickly build to the hard, fast pace he knows I desire.
My body willingly accepts everything he gives me as he claims me right here, right now. I cling to him with sweat coating our skin. His hand binds around my thigh, pulling it up past his shoulder. The new angle causes him to hit farther within me, prompting a moan I can’t control.
Tremors wash through me as every muscle in my body coils tightly. I feel right on the peak of pleasure that will consume me whole, but my body wants more.
Needsmore.
