Page 34 of Desperate Decisions

Excitement zipped up my spine, slick pooling between my thighs to have his body against mine. Allspice and amaretto bathed my tongue and filled my senses, my own lemon tart scent saturating the air around us. When his fingers slipped down the front of my leggings, I couldn’t stop the desperate sound that left me.

“So fucking wet for me already.” His other hand wrapped around my throat, holding just tight enough to keep my attention while he teased my clit.

I whined, rocking my hips against him, desperate for him to go deeper, to strip me down and fuck me against the wall. The bond was still new enough that my body was ready for him the hot second he decided he wanted me, and honestly I was pretty fucking on board for that. I knew without a doubt that whenever he took me to bed, I was going to have a good time, and after all the shit I had been through, that was what I wanted. “Less teasing, more fucking.”

Elio laughed and captured my mouth, slipping his fingers inside me and curling until lightning burst from his fingertips, finding that sweet spot that wrecked me every time. “I’ll fuck you after you come.”

I grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and bucked my hips, riding the heel of his hand to grind my clit, chasing my way to the peak of pleasure until I broke apart in his arms with a cry that had his scent bursting.

He turned me quickly, shucking my leggings down to my knees and bending me over. The exquisite pressure of him pushing in had me moaning and gripping the sides of the desk. With my legs trapped together, it was a whole new experience of tension, my thighs squeezing, my cunt yielding, and Elio fucking me through all of it. The angle was too good, his cock hitting where his fingers had before, each thrust sending a skittering of electricity through my nerves until I was a delirious mess, a full-body orgasm seizing my muscles and making me twitch, my throat raw from panting.

“Desperate little slut. Who do you belong to?”

I whined, gasping when he wound his hand into my hair and pulled back. “You.”

“Good girl. And who does this cunt belong to?” He fucked in hard.

My eyes rolled back. “Y-you. Fuck. It belongs to you.”

“Exactly. Mine to fuck, and fill, and use.”

I groaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”

The second he touched my clit I fell off the edge, my pussy spasming while he continued to ride me until I was spent and slack across the hard surface. Elio buried deep with his own groan, and heat blossomed from the tip of his cock. He lingered there, brushing my hair to the side so he could bow over me and tease my throat, moaning softly each time I clenched when he found a good spot.

“How do you feel about Scotland?”

“That’s a unique question to ask while you’re balls deep.”

Elio laughed in my ear and gave me a playful bite. “I’m just trying to get through the day imagining you somewhere safe.”

“Well, I’m not going to Scotland unless you’re coming too. You can fuck me on the moors like a slutty Jane Eyre.”

“Pretty sure that’s set in England, not Scotland.”

“Shush. It’s all the UK.

I squeaked when he tucked his arms beneath me and hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. “I think I might love you.”

The words did more to freeze my breath than his embrace. My chest tightened, my emotions rapid-firing from panic to excitement, all of them circling one another and ready to fight. At least my body recovered a bit faster than my mind, my purr rumbling, delight curling in my belly.

“That’s a hell of a phrase to spring on a girl.” I laughed, craning my head to look back at him, which he was not making easy, considering he remained tight against my back.

“Figured I’d say it before it’s too late. If I’m willing to die for you and we’re having a family together, there’s only so many words to describe what I’m feeling.”

“Sir, you need to stop being so fatalistic.”

“Sir, huh?”

“Focus.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I would love to stop being fatalistic. I think I’m just being pragmatic. Did you know there’s not a single male member of my family still alive in Italy?”

“Well, that’s depressing.”

“I have to have a seize-the-day mentality. I can plan for your future, but I don’t know how to do that for myself.”

I reached back and cupped his head, drawing him down to kiss me. “Fucking practice, then. Because I want to say those words to you with no thinking or wondering in front of them. I just need to know you want to be around for a future with me.”

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