Page 59 of New Orleans Collection

I knew it would be true and I was right.

“We’ll protect you, Tesoro,” I vow.

“I know,” she whispers as she leans up and kisses me.

I pour everything I am and everything I feel for her into the kiss. Being the baby of the Guidice family was the only identity I was allowed to have my entire life. I learned quickly that people and their motivations for wanting to get close to me couldn’t be trusted.

With Fleur, I know that my name has nothing to do with what is between us. She sees me and I’ve seen her for far longer than I’ve admitted to anyone. I had to ignore the pull for far too long, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her.

I undress her slowly, kissing her skin softly as I do. I want her to feel the reverence I have for her. I don’t want her to be able to ignore it.

She arches into my body and her hands grip my hair, tugging and trying to get my mouth to move to where she wants it. I nip at the skin right under her breast and she stills.

“Patience, Fleur. I’ll give you everything you need. You just need to be patient,” I grunt against her skin.

She scoffs, “I’ve never been good with patience.”

I chuckle because I know what she’s saying is true. I would never describe my woman as patient, but I will reward her if she is. I make a humming sound and continue to kiss and taste her skin. When she’s naked underneath me, I sit back on my heels and look down at her, soaking her up and memorizing her perfection.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur softly, loving the way she smiles at me and thanks me with her eyes.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she pouts, and I reach back to grab the neck of my t-shirt and pull it over my head.

Her eyes widen and she sighs in contentment. I nudge her legs apart as I lay down between them and kiss up the inside of her thigh. As I inhale deeply, my nose almost pressed against her pussy, she wiggles her hips in invitation.

“I should go slow and tease you as punishment for running away,” I murmur.

“Rocco,” she moans, her fingers threading through my hair to try and pull me closer to where she wants me. “Don’t tease me,” there’s a plea in her voice and when I look up her body and our eyes meet, I can see how much she needs me.

I don’t tease her; I dive straight into her cunt and devour her like I’ve been starving for her. Because I have. I wanted her taste on my tongue when we were locked away in Room Eight, but I didn’t get the chance. There’s no way I’m going to let it go to waste now.

I suck her clit into my mouth as I plunge two fingers inside of her pussy. Finding her g-spot, I rub against it, and she screams out as her walls clamp down on my fingers. It reminds me of how fucking good she felt wrapped around my cock.

I rip myself away from her and stand up quickly. My hands are shaking as I rid myself of the rest of my clothing. She’s just starting to open her eyes, which are filled with need and desire, as I cover her body with mine again. I give her most of my weight, wanting her to feel every part of me while I take her.

My shaft finds the wet heat of her pussy and glides between her lips and we both moan at how fucking good it feels. Fleur arches her back and presses her perfect tits up against my chest. Her hard nipples drag over my skin as she does, and I grit my teeth to stop myself from plunging all the way inside of her in one thrust.

“You want my cock, Tesoro?”

“Fuck,” she draws the word out like the need she feels for me is painful, “want. Need. Now. Please,” her words are choppy like she’s barely hanging on to her ability to speak as she grinds her hips down against my length.

I adjust my body over hers and grip the base of my cock, rubbing the head through her wetness and lining myself up. I take her in one fast stroke, and I clench my jaw at the feeling of being wrapped in her warmth again.

“Fucking perfection,” I grit out.

When she starts to circle her hips in the attempt to get me to start moving, I lose all semblance of control. I fuck my woman hard and fast, both of us gasping for air as we cling to each other. It’s dirty and it’s rough.

Fucking perfection.

“Oh, Rocco.” She gasps, “Fuck.”

I growl against Fleur’s throat before I nip at the delicate skin there, her breathy moans and pleas making me move faster and harder. Every time I fill her with my length, her pussy squeezes me like she’s refusing to let me go.

“Your cunt loves my dick, Fleur,” I growl as I brace my hands on either side of her head and her legs tighten around my hips.

“Yes,” she screams as I grind my pelvis against her clit.

“Come all over my cock. Soak me,” I demand.

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