Page 29 of Entangled

Whatever it was, she was his heaven.

It was his drug.

How long had it been since she touched him?

Too damn long.

“You were right,” Cara said, “at the restaurant, I mean.”

“Do tell.”

“There’s been no one since you. There can’t be. They’re not you, Gian.”

“I’m not sorry for that,” he murmured.

“I didn’t think you would be.”

He was far too pleased about it, actually.

“Don’t be nice,” Cara said softly, making him look down at her. “Don’t be soft, and sweet, and good. Don’t do that tonight because you want to fuck with my head after everything that happened. We don’t do that, Gian.”

“Cara—”

“Don’t.”

“Cara,” Gian murmured in a half-groan, his fingers weaving into her hair and tugging firmly enough to make her stop. He found a familiar lust and love swirling in the blues of her eyes, but he saw a wariness there, too. It cut him deep. “When have I ever done that to you?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Never.”

“And I won’t.”

A single nod answered him back.

“Now … Jésus Christ, get that mouth of yours on my fucking cock. I better see those goddamn lipstick stains of yours where I like, Cara. Be a good girl, like I know you can be, and suck my fucking dick.”

She did what he demanded, and it was glorious. A warm, wet familiar bliss that cleared his mind and made him silent in one single second. All she had to do was wrap her pretty red lips around his cock, suck him hard and deep enough into her throat that her muscles contracted along his length, and he was done for.

God, did she know how to suck cock.

It made Gian crazy.

Her tongue flicked against the throbbing vein on the underside of his dick, while her sharp teeth scraped along his length on the withdrawal. Gian didn’t need to urge or help Cara on when it came to sucking him off. She knew exactly what to do. That didn’t stop him from tugging harder on her hair to feel her happy little moans vibrate his shaft. It didn’t stop him from flexing his hips forward when she took him deeper, just to see her sly grin form around his dick as her eyes watered.

“You’re so good with that mouth, mon ange. Succhiami il cazzo.”

Suck my cock.

Suck my cock.

He said it three times—once for each language he spoke.

It was only when his spine started to stiffen and his balls got too fucking tight that he finally pulled Cara away. As much as he wanted to watch her suck him dry, he needed to be buried as deep as he possibly could be into her cunt when he finally came.

Too damn long, he reminded himself.

Cara was already reaching for him before he could push her back to the bed, her thighs opening for his body to fit against hers as his mouth slammed down on her parted, wet lips. She sighed when he pulled her hair, making her head tilt back so he could kiss her throat, and bite her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. He could feel her heart race like thunder when she slipped a hand between their bodies and fitted his cock to her cunt. The wetness of her arousal soaked the head of his dick, and he thrust in.

Home, and heaven, and bliss.