Page 63 of Passion and Revenge

I flick her with my tongue over and over again, and with one last cry, she lets go, her body convulsing with her orgasm, her mouth gaping open, and her eyes rolling back into her head.

If I were an artist, I would paint this exact moment and immortalize it forever.

“Ale.” Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip.

I can’t wait a second later. I position the flushed head of my pulsing erection against her wet entrance, and she spreads her legs wider, tightening them around my hip, the heels of her sandals digging into my lower back.

Gritting my teeth, I push into her inch by inch until I’m buried so deep inside her that I can’t tell where I end and where she begins.

“Oh God.”

“So perfect. So hot and tight and wet for me. So damn perfect,” I mutter, sucking hickeys into her skin. I want to mark her up and engrave my name so deep into her that she can never get me out. I want her to stare in the mirror years from now and feel the ghost of my hands and mouth across her flesh.

I want to live inside her.

This unassuming, curly-haired woman has managed to bring me down to my knees before her.

My fingers press down into the flesh of her hip, and I begin to rock into her, slow and controlled, watching the lines of pleasure in her expression.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Right there. Yes!”

My mouth meets her again, and I drink in all her cries and moans, too greedy to let the room have it.

“Sienna,” I breathe her name.

The world seems to slow down around us, and for a moment, I imagine I can hear the thud of our hearts beating in unison. It’s a ridiculous thought, but there’s something different about this moment.

This isn’t sex. This is lovemaking, and it’s something I’ve never done before.

And from the shocked look in her eyes, neither has she.

“I’m not supposed to want you,” she sobs. “I’m not supposed to want you this much. It was only supposed to be physical. What have you done to me?”

I kiss her, telling her without words that whatever is happening at this moment, I can feel it too.

Her body tenses under mine, and she rips her mouth away from mine to throw it back, her neck straining. “Alessandro!” she cries.

The orgasm races down my spine, and we shatter together, breaking and rearranging into something new and terrifying. Something that shouldn’t exist at all.

Sienna’s head falls back to the ground, her hair spread beneath her. Her eyes begin to droop with exhaustion, and there’s a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

I take a moment to catch my breath and then another to burn the image of her into my psyche.

“Let’s get you to bed,” I say, my voice sounding overly loud in the room.

“I don’t wanna move,” she slurs. “Leave me alone.”

I smile at how adorable she is. “You’ll be sorry when you wake up tomorrow morning with your back hurting.”

Her bottom lip pokes out in a pout. “Go away.”

Shaking my head, I chuckle and untangle myself from her, ignoring her annoyed whine. I drag my briefs and pants on, then bend to gather her into my arms before wrapping my shirt around her naked body.

“You smell so good,” she mutters as she buries her face in my throat with a sigh.

“I’ll have to come back later for your dress and shoes.”

“Okay,” she replies. “And I think I’ve lost some hairpins too.”

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