Page 88 of Promise Maker

A dark shadow falls over his face. “I’ve wantedyou for eight years. I refuse to wait any longer. Don’t pretend you’re not asexcited to finally feel my cock inside you.”

“You’re so crude,” I mutter, though my thong isgetting moist. “Fine. I’ll see you in the room.”

Turning from him, I strut into the passage, heartincreasing speed with every step to the double doors.

I open one and peep inside before entering fully.

The bedroom is gigantic, much larger than his roomat the Martelli residence.

I suppose it needs to be to hold such a massivebed. Warmth tickles my skin as I regard the tall iron frames, propelling myhead back to last night.

I’m sure my husband will coerce me into plenty ofblindfolding and restraints throughout our marriage.

Looking around, I spot my bag in the walk-incloset, along with Domenico’s clothes. I wonder how often he came to thisgetaway house.

I stroll across the patterned rug to the windowand ease the curtain aside.

Guards are patrolling the outskirts of the vastyard. Even if they weren’t here, I’d feel safe with Domenico.

My pulse quickens at the sound of the door.

I slant, swallowing hard when I see the palpablehunger shrouding Domenico’s appearance.

He shuts the door and turns the lock, then backsoff his jacket and places it on the chair at the vanity.

“I want you naked and in bed,” he orders. It’d bea lie to say that doesn’t arouse me.

A heat stream cascades across my skin, making meshudder.

I kick off my heels and undo my braids, fluffingmy curls afterward.

Domenico crosses the room to me.

He reaches around to my back, pulls down thezipper, and eases the strapless dress down my body, letting it pool at my feet.

I shiver and bite on my bottom lip when heunclasps my bra, tosses it aside, and cups my breasts.

“In the bed,” he growls.

I obey, climbing into the massive bed fit for aking and lying on my back.

Eyes never leaving me, Domenico unbuttons hisshirt and discards it to the rug, revealing his muscular and sexy upper bodyfor the first time.

“Uhh,” I murmur afterdiscerning healed bullet wounds on his shoulder and arm. I had no idea he wasshot, much less have ever considered that.

He moves to the foot of the bed, clutches my legs,and pulls me to the edge.

My breathing turns uneven as he aggressively dragsmy lace thong to my ankles and pushes my legs apart.

“Mm.” I tingle all over when he lowers to presskisses on my inner thighs, his tongue making a trail to my soaking wet pussy.

“Let’s prepare you,” Domenico growls.

“Ah!” I shoot forward and grip his hair as hismouth latches on to my clit, fingers driving inside. “You’re so fucking good atthat.”

He’s taking his time, not as fast and vicious asthe previous occasions. Yet, the slower he works his tongue and fingers, themore torturous the pleasure.

I whimper and scream, sounding like a creature inthe wild.

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