Page 52 of Her Overprotective Fiance

"May I come in?"

I step back and nod.

But as soon as the door closes behind him, I'm in his arms, and he's already carrying me back to bed.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Our clothes are on the floor in seconds.

My nails are scraping his back as his mouth latches hungrily to one erect nipple.

He suckles hard, and I cry out.

He thrusts his finger inside of me, and a moan slips past my lips.

I want it to last forever, but it never does.

He only has to touch me, and my whole body burns.

I come with a cry, my body shuddering under the dark intensity of his gaze, and not once did his eyes leave me.

Mine.

That's all I can read in his gaze, just like I know when he looks into mine—-

Yours.

There's only one word he'll see.

I'm not sure how much time has passed when I wake and find myself curled against his body. I push myself up on my elbows, and even though I'm not surprised to find him still wide awake, it still breaks my heart to know why this is.

"It will be all okay," I whisper.

"I know."

The hollowness in his tone makes me wish there was something I could do to take his pain away.

But how?

Show me how, God.

Please.

"I know it's all over, but...Cesare could've died, Sarica."

"He could've. But hedidn't."

He stares at me, and I suddenly feel self-conscious.

Was I just...wait, did I just...

His dark eyes start to gleam, and my heart sinks.

There's my answer then.

"Did you just try to comfort me?"

"I did," I admit gloomily.

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