Page 58 of Bones

“I’m sorry.”

The panic causes my body to tremble, as I wonder if he’s going to kill me. If you had asked me even an hour ago if he’d ever hurt me, I would’ve said no, but now I’m not so sure.

Luca chuckles softly. “Rule number one is never threaten something you won’t follow through on. Rule number two, beautiful Butterfly, is turnabout is fair play.”

He pushes the knife into my skin, causing blood to bubble up, and I gasp from the burning sting. Leaning his head down, he licks at the blood with a groan. “Your blood is inside my body now. Mine will be in yours.”

He moves so that his chest is over my mouth and, without him instructing me, I dart my tongue out and lick at the blood on his skin. The coppery taste should probably disgust me but it has the opposite effect.

Standing up, he removes his shorts, and I watch as his big cock springs free. He moves closer again, and surprises me when he makes a cut over my other breast, runs his finger through the small amount of blood, and smears it over my nipples.

He sucks one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, causing me to writhe beneath him.

“Luca,” I moan. I need him inside me. It’s like he lit a fire that won’t go out until I have him completely.

“My wife is such a needy slut,” he says with a smirk.

“Luca, please.”

He tosses the knife onto the desk beside me, and grabs his cock and strokes it gently. “Is this what you want, Butterfly? You want me to fuck you until you can’t remember your name?”

“Yes,” I moan, “I need you. Please, Luca.”

I spread my legs wide and he lines his cock up with my entrance, then he pushes inside me, and we both groan together like it’s the first time, as he bottoms out. Luca grips underneath my thighs and pushes my legs back, pinning them so I can’t move, and pulls out and slams back inside me.

“Fuck. This pussy is like a goddamn drug.”

Wrapping his hand around my throat, he stares into my eyes as he continues his hard thrusts. “You’ve ruined me, Butterfly. The man I was is gone. You made me fall so fucking in love with you, I can’t see anything else. If I could devour you, so I could always have you with me, I would. If I could live inside you, I would. I’ve never believed in anything. With you, I somehow know, I loved you in another lifetime. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was searching for you; the piece I didn’t even know was missing.”

Grabbing the back of his head, I pull him down to me. “I love you.”

He presses his lips to mine in a kiss that sets my soul on fire. His tongue slides against mine, as he moves inside me with the occasional groan of pleasure.

Breaking our kiss, he watches me with a dark unreadable expression. “Mine. My wife. Forever.”

I run my fingers through his hair, which I know he loves, and he growls in my ear, “Fucking come for me. Give me everything you have.”

“Luca,” I cry out, as he rails into me hard and fast. He bites my neck and I come undone beneath him. His chest covering mine, his weight on top of me, the heavy breaths in my ear, every bit of him is everything I need. Gripping my face hard, he holds me so I can’t move.

“I can’t get enough of you. Why can’t I get enough? This is the closest I can get, and it makes me insane. The more I have you, the more I fucking need you.”

A tear rolls down my cheek and he doesn’t miss a beat. He quickly darts his tongue out and licks up my cheek.

“I love your tears, wife, but why are you crying?”

I giggle softly. “Relief, mostly. I thought I had lost this. That you’d never want me again.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “Silly Butterfly. I will always want you. Every time I come inside your beautiful cunt, I’m only thinking about doing it again.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close to me, as his body shakes with slight tremors and he spasms inside me.

Luca places his hand on the side of my face, and stares at me affectionately. “Please tell me you’re okay. I don’t want to hurt you. All I want to do is take every ounce of pain from you.”

“I’m okay. I promise. I wasn’t broken the day we met, and I’m not broken now. The only thing I can’t handle is the cage and restraints. Cut me. Make me bleed. I’ve lived through far worse.”

Pulling out of me, he stands and lifts me into his arms. “Where are we going?” I ask.

He chuckles softly. “To get you dressed before my mother and sister stop by. I told them to wait for an invitation, but they are insistent on making sure you are okay.”

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