Page 27 of Urgent Vows
"I cut something else off of you too." My hand brushes over the blanket at the apex of her thighs.
She jerks and then winces.
"No moving," I order. "You'll hurt yourself."
"I'm not the one doing all the inappropriate touching in a hospital room."
"It is not inappropriate to touch my wife," I growl. "You are mine. All of the time. Wherever we are." The sooner she realizes that, the better.
Her eyes widen and she goes to bite her damn lip again.
I let out a sound of displeasure and stop her teeth from sinking into her lip by placing my finger into her mouth up to the first knuckle. "Stop doing that. You're going to draw blood."
The tip of her tongue brushes against my finger, like she can't help herself. I almost groan with how good it feels, but right now isn't about me getting off, it's about giving my wife pleasure to combat the pain.
It has also become a chance to show her that she belongs entirely to me. Anytime. Anyplace.
CATALINA
"Now, move your arm." The dominance in Severu's tone sends a thrill through me.
His finger is still in my mouth, hard and solid, stopping me from biting my lip, or talking. How can I be so turned on with all the competing points of pain in my body? Not to mention knowing there are several of his men just on the other side of the double doors. Doors that do not lock.
My ovaries are exploding. Like my body has finally figured out why being touched by a man is so addictive for some women. I have a terrible feeling that if I don't watch out, I'm going to become obsessed with having Severu's hands on my skin.
Does any of that stop me from obeying him and letting my arm drop to my side? No.
He takes his finger from my mouth, sliding it along my lip as he pulls his hand away. "Very good,bella ragazza."
Beautiful girl. Warmth unfurls inside me. Does he really think I'm beautiful, or is this just sex talk?
"I like that better thangood girl," I admit.
The latter will always be associated with him pushing me to do something I didn't want to, something that ended up hurting me.
Something flashes in his eyes, but he does not reply.
"Your nipples are such a pretty raspberry red." His dark gaze is locked on my breasts. "Do they taste as sweet as they look?"
Why do I feel like I want to arch my back and display myself for him?
"Remember, what I said?" he asks before kissing me. He lifts his head like he expects an answer.
I have none to give.
"Do not move," he reminds me in a tone that sends pleasure zinging along my nerve endings. Is it possible to orgasm from voice alone?
He kisses me and brushes his lips down my chin to my neck, where I can feel my heart beating a mile a minute. "I am going to give you pleasure, but if you move and hurt yourself, I will not be happy."
His teeth scrape over my pulse point. It is all I can do to remain still from that tiny bit of stimulation. He moves his mouth down my neck and over my collar bone. He kisses me there, laving the spot with his tongue before biting softly and then sucking.
I shiver, but I don't shift my body. At all. I don't arch toward his mouth like I want to, seeking more of that amazing sensation.
He lifts his head and meets my eyes. "You now wear my mark where he hurt you. When you look in the mirror and see it, you will be reminded that I will never allow him to hurt you again."
That's where the doctor said I had a remodeled fracture from a break that I hadn't even known about. I'd just thought the bone was bruised. It had taken nearly two months for the pain to go away completely.
Now my husband has turned the spot into a pleasure zone for me.
