Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I grip his ass as a flicker of uncertainty cools my veins. If he went too hard, he could really hurt me, so I keep my hands where I can resist him if I needed to, but it turns out Alexis is a true lover, and his body becomes a languid, undulating thing above me, grazing my clit with every slow thrust, teasing my nipples with his full lips until I’m so close to coming I begin to beg.
“Fuck, Alexis, fuck, please… please…”
He smiles down at me as he thrusts harder, pleased by my begging.
“Please. Fuck. I’m going to…” The rest of my words are lost to his mouth as he kisses the orgasm out of me, and I writhe and clench and claw my way through the pulsating bliss he’s extracted from me.
Alexis turns feral, grinding into me like a machine, his chest and abs as taut as marble. He ducks close to my ear, his breath coming in fast, hot gusts. “You drive me insane, Aemelia. And I like it. You make me reckless. Make me want to throw the whole world into hell just to keep you warm.”
I groan and grasp at him, my nails digging into his flesh, urging him on, and he’s not far behind me, thrusting so deep to release that I arch from the bed, the ache a violation that triggers a second orgasm. The words that spill from his lips are a garbled mix of broken Italian curses and endearments that’s like music, and I cling onto his back, slick with sweat, soul bared and body wracked.
“Aemelia.” He draws me so close I can hardly breathe, but his embrace feels desperate, so I don’t resist. “Baby. Fuck.”
“I… oh my God.”
He exhales a laugh. “Now, who’s calling for the almighty.”
“I don’t think you’re going to be able to pull out,” I groan, my pussy continuing to pulse in constricting waves. “I think we’re stuck together like this forever.”
“I think the need to pee might force the issue,” he says, and I start to wriggle away from him as he laughs, dragging me back.
“Kitten.” He strokes my hair back from my face, staring down at me with what can only be described as fondness. “I love it when you beg me to come.”
Inside me, his cock jumps, illustrating his point.
“I think I like begging.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I think we’re made for each other.”
My limbs feel heavy, lazy, and too relaxed to move, and Alexis stretches out beside me, one arm folded beneath his head, the other tracing slow, idle circles over my hip. His eyes, heavy-lidded and sated, study me like he’s memorizing every inch of my face. Like he’s afraid if he blinks, I might disappear.
He catches me watching him and smirks lazily—that wicked mouth. I should know better by now.
“Careful, dolcezza,” he murmurs, voice still rough from what we just did. “Keep looking at me like that, and you’ll be too sore to walk tomorrow.”
I let out a breathless laugh, the sound rasping through my still-raw throat. My body aches in all the best ways, but I arch a brow, playing along. “Big words, considering you’re the one who just collapsed on top of me two minutes ago, panting like a ninety-year-old.”
He makes a sound in the back of his throat—a low, playful growl—then props himself up on his elbow. His knuckles drift lazily over my bare shoulder, then down, tracing the curve of my arm like he can’t help himself.
“Collapsed?” he repeats, mock-offended, his lips curving into a grin. “I was letting you catch your breath, baby. Being a gentleman.”
I snort softly, but my heart skips a beat when his fingers catch mine, slowly tangling them together. I glance at our joined hands, suddenly feeling too exposed, too raw, but he holds on tighter.
“You’re such a liar,” I murmur.
He dips his head, brushing his lips over my knuckles, a reverent, almost tender gesture that leaves me stunned and breathless.
“Only when it matters,” he counters smoothly, his gaze suddenly too serious, too piercing.
And just like that, he has me again, ruining me again, with nothing but a look.
For a long moment, we just stare at each other, the playful banter falling away, leaving something heavier in its place. Something that makes my chest ache.
But then, he leans in close, his mouth brushing my ear, and his warm breath fans across my skin, making me shiver.
“Besides,” he whispers, low and sinful, “you’re the one who was screaming my name so loud, I’m pretty sure they heard you in Sicily.”
I slap his chest, heat rushing to my face, but he only chuckles, smug and satisfied. Completely unrepentant.
“Asshole,” I grumble, trying to squirm away, but he catches my wrist and hauls me back against him, my spine flush with his chest.
“You love it,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice a dark, velvety promise.