Page 20 of Saving His Sunshine

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I use my heels to push his pants the rest of the way off as he attacks my throat with kisses.

He wraps one fist around his length, sliding the head of it through my folds. He glances down, groaning as he bounces himself against my clit. The wet sound echoes around us, making me whimper.

"Goddamn," he pants, the muscles in his abdomen contracting. "You already feel too fucking good. There's no way I'm going to last, Sunshine."

"I don't care!" I cry, arching up to meet him as he bounces his cock against my clit again. Pleasure spirals through me, and I cry out. "Just get in me!"

He notches his cock at my entrance, his eyes filled with something that steals my breath. “You’re all mine now, Sunshine.”

"Condom!" I gasp, desperately trying to think straight. But all I can focus on is the look in his eyes, the possessiveness and need, and how good his cock feels against my entrance.

"Hell no," he growls, his eyes locking with mine, his voice filled with a steely determination. "I'm taking you just like this, angel. Just you and me, no barriers."

“I…I…” I should tell him no. That’s the sane thing to do. Say no and demand he put on a condom. I know he will if I’m not reallyokay with this. I see that truth in his eyes, too. As much as he wants this, he won’t force me into anything. That’s not who he is.

But I don’t say that. Because the image of a little boy with his warm brown eyes and dimples flashes through my mind, and intense longing bubbles up from the depths of my freaking soul.

“You want it, don’t you?” Alessandro asks.

“Yes,” I moan, unable to deny the truth. I want it so freaking bad it hurts.

Triumph blazes in his eyes, as hot as the sun. "You're mine," he breathes, pressing his lips to mine. "In every fucking way, you're mine, Heidi."

Before I can say anything else, he's pushing inside me in one deep, delicious stroke. I claw his back as he stretches me open, filling me full. He’s so thick, so long, so damn hard. I can’t breathe. Can’t look away from him, either. The intense look of pleasure on his face iseverythingas he rocks his hips forward, groaning my name.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, his eyes squeezing shut. "You feel so good, Sunshine. So damn good."

My barrier tears, sending a tiny, fleeting prick of pain through me that barely registers. But tears spring to my eyes anyway. Not because it hurts but because of the overwhelming sense of…rightness, of completion that rushes through me.

He sees the tears and immediately freezes.

"Breathe, angel," he croons, framing my face with his hands as his forehead presses to mine. He rains tender kisses across my face. "Breathe for me. I'm right here. I've got you."

"Alessandro, I..."

I think I’m falling in love with you.But I can’t force the words out. They lodge in my throat, sticking. It’s too soon. Way too soon…isn’t it?

His gaze flits across my face, his expression softening, and I think maybe he knows exactly what I didn’t say. I think, maybe, he feels it, too.

Shouldn’t that scare me? In this moment, for the first time ever, I’m not afraid.

“Heidi,” he breathes, his lips brushing mine in the sweetest kiss. My tongue twines with his, and I get lost in him, in us.

I wiggle beneath him, and he sinks deeper into me, groaning. A bolt of pleasure rips through me. I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders, my head lolling on the pillow.

"You like that, huh?" He chuckles, a hitch in his voice.

"Yes," I moan. "Do it again."

He hikes my leg up higher over his hip and starts to move faster, harder. The sensations are indescribable, and I'm lost in the way he fills me, completing me in ways I never thought possible.

He growls, his eyes darkening as they tangle with mine. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh, anchoring me to him as he grinds deeper. Each stroke sends us spiraling into a world that consists of only us and the pleasure throbbing between us.

I latch onto his neck, my lips finding purchase against the salty sheen of sweat on his skin. His pulse throbs beneath my tongue, matching the reckless beat of my own heart.

My name tumbles from his lips like a mantra, each declaration punctuated by a deep stroke that pushes me closer to the precipice.

His hands are everywhere—on my hips, skimming along the curve of my waist, roaming greedily over the swell of my breasts.

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