Page 106 of Dangerous Intent

“Seems that way.” He trailed his lips along mine. “Let’s make things less complicated.”

“I still have my period.”

“I already told you I’m not afraid of blood.”

“You might be afraid of my mood.”

“Baby.” He twisted my wet hair in his hand. “Your mood can’t be any worse than some of mine, and you’re never afraid of me.”

“You love all of me.” I kissed my way down his chest, dropping to my knees.

“There isn’t anything about you that I don’t love.” He tugged on my hair. “But I especially like it when you’re on your knees.”

“I won’t be down here for long.” I grasped his shaft and swirled my tongue around the tip. “I need to feel you inside me. I’m empty without you.”

“I don’t ever want you to feel empty.” He let go of my hair and held the side of my face. “You have my heart, so that means you’ll never be without me.”

“You’ve become quite the romantic.” I licked his length from the base to the tip.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Not yet.” I took all of him in my mouth, breathing through my nose as I sucked.

His feral groans and rough hair pulling only served to fuel my fire. Each time his cock hit the back of my throat, I was more determined to keep pleasing him.

Back and forth, I brought him to the edge of insanity.

His thigh muscles tensed under my hands as his salty essence coated my tongue.

“I’m close.” He moaned. “Too close.”

He tugged on my hair, releasing himself from my mouth. I gazed up at him, my head spinning from the arousal that simmered inside me.

“Come here.” He yanked me off the floor and lifted me so I could hook my legs around his waist. “Whatever is on your mind, I need you to let it go. I’m going to take care of it.”

“I know.”

He pressed my back against cool tiles, pushed inside me, and covered my mouth with his. He darted his tongue between my lips in the same rhythmic pace he moved inside me. Slow, steady, and mind-blowing.

“I’m proud of the way you handled yourself tonight,” he said against my lips. “No impulses, no irrational behavior. You showed strength.”

“I’m learning how to be your wife.” I gripped his shoulders and arched my back, receiving all he gave me. “How to be an Accetti.”

“You were born to be an Accetti.” He pinned me against the wall with his solid form, thrusting harder. “You were born to be mine.”

“I…” Shuddering against his powerful jolts, I gave into his demands on my body. “Marchello…”

He tightened his hold on me as he let loose, slamming me into the wall and releasing deep inside me.

My legs seized around his hips, pulsating and trembling until he eased his grasp on me.

Leaning my back against the wall, he stared into my eyes, probably searching for signs of distress. He wouldn’t find any. Not now. He had made it all better.

“I feel better.” I slowly kissed him, clinging to him for warmth. “It’s cold.”

“We ran out of hot water a few minutes ago.”

“Oh? I didn’t notice.”

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