Page 108 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
I grip his wrist, holding him in place. “How do you think I felt when you first picked me up? Back then, I could have said those same words about me. I was so broken, I was still messaging Imogen’s number even though it had been months since she died.”
Surprise flickers in his eyes. “You were?”
“Yes. Seems crazy, doesn’t it? That’s why when you took my phone, I nearly lost my mind. Sending those messages used to be the only thing that would help me get to sleep.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…”
I let go of him. “I hated myself, Giorgio.”
He clenches his jaw, clearly displeased at hearing that. “And now?”
“Now, I think even the most broken of things can be mended by the right pair of hands.”
The vulnerability that bleeds into his expression takes my breath away. He stares at me like he’s seeing me for the very first time, and that’s when I decide I like that look more than anything. More than the kisses, or the sex, or the way his hands feel on me. In that look lies the suggestion of a future. A tantalizing hint at what this could be if my time here didn’t have an expiration date.
“I crave you, Martina.” He slides his fingers into my hair and pulls me closer to him. “I’ve craved you from the moment I saw you, and I promised myself I’d carve that craving out of me. But the deeper I cut, the deeper you burrow. I’m afraid that if I don’t stop trying to rid myself of you, I’ll end up cutting out my own heart.”
“Then let go of the knife,” I say, my lips close enough to brush against his, “and let me mend you.”
He crushes his mouth to mine. His hands clutch me so tightly, it’s nearly painful, but I wouldn’t try to pull away in a million years.
A madness consumes us, erasing thoughts of consequences and complications. Nothing exists in the moment except for him and I. Everything else disappears.
He tugs my leggings over my ass and takes turns lifting my legs to finish stripping the material off without breaking the kiss. His tongue dances with mine, and his teeth graze against my bottom lip. When he bites down harder than usual, I jerk away and meet his eyes. “Is that punishment for not covering up that hickey earlier?”
Desire swirls in his wide pupils. “Not even close.”
“You’re the one who left it on me,” I say breathlessly as he lifts me, his hands cupping my ass.
“That’s because you are mine to mark.” He runs his tongue over my neck, sending shivers scattering over my skin. “Mine to fuck. However and wherever I want.”
Yes, please.
He presses my back against the wall, and I tighten my legs around his waist as he reaches around them to undo his belt.
When I feel his hard length pressing against my panties, I drop my head back, anticipation coiling inside of me. He grips my chin and forces my eyes back to his. “You will look at me while I fuck your tight, young pussy,piccolina.” He nudges my underwear aside and pushes the tip of his cock inside, stretching my opening. “Do you understand? You look away just once, and I’ll stop.”
I nod frantically. “I understand.”
He smirks. “Good fucking girl.” And then he thrusts all the way in in one smooth stroke.
My body shivers from that delicious fullness. “Oh God.”
He holds the backs of my thighs with an iron grip as he starts moving inside of me. He holds my gaze, and the force of his full attention reaches into the farthest corners of my mind, making the boundary between him and I blur. We become one.
My moans grow louder, more desperate.
He clenches his teeth and pumps faster, stretching me to my limits. My release starts to build, and as it does, my eyelids drift closed.
He rams into me once more and stops. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes as you fall apart.”
My blunt nails dig into his shoulders. I follow his command, and when my pussy starts pulsing around his cock, I moan his name.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Say it again,piccolina. I want you chanting my name as you come all over my cock.”
I sob as my orgasm crests. “Gio!”
He helps me ride the wave with his steady thrusts, but soon his own release overtakes him, and he sinks all the way inside of me, pressing his forehead against mine. “Cazzo, this place between your legs, it’s heaven.”
