Page 56 of Stolen Vows
“Fall asleep in my arms,paperotta.When you wake up, you’ll still be in my arms.Capisci?”
I nod, but before I drop into a dark, restful sleep, he asks, “What happens in your nightmares, Valentina?”
I shake my head.
“I don’t know.I can never remember,” I mumble.
Between one breath and the next, the world fades away.Even with the knife under my pillow and my braid in easy reach, I cling to the arm draped over me from behind.
I don’t need anything except Mario to keep me safe.He’s better protection than any weapon I might wield.
I wake the next morning with the side of my face plastered against my husband’s bare chest and my arm and leg thrown over his side and hip.Mortification spears through me when I realize my drool trails down his pectoral.
I curse and wipe it away, hoping to clean it before he wakes, but his low chuckle notifies me he’s been watching me the whole time.I sigh and use the sheet to finish cleaning him before lifting my face to his.
The mattress drops several feet as I meet his sleepy amber orbs.With his defenses lowered, the affection shining from his eyes steals my breath.The salt-and-pepper stubble on his masculine jaw adds an inexplicable intimacy to the moment.I want to always wake up next to him.
Filled with yearning, I rise onto my elbow and press a closed-mouth kiss to his lips.He lies stiff and unmoving for a moment before tugging me flush against him.When he doesn’t demand more from me, doubt flares deep in my chest, but I shove it down and give in to my curiosity.I sneak my tongue between my teeth and test the softness of his lips.
He growls and cups the back of my head, but neither pulls me away nor invades my mouth with his tongue.
Taking advantage of his laid-back aura, I explore his features with my lips and tongue, nuzzling and stealing tiny licks of his lips, nose, brows, cheekbones, and jawline, pouring my love and devotion into every gesture.
When I flick the tip of my tongue over the silky skin under his ear, he snarls and rolls us over.
I weave my fingers into his hair and gasp when he settles his weight over me.He props himself up on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me, but the movement grinds his hard cock against my pussy.
It would be so easy to push his waistband down, pull my loose shorts aside, and join our bodies, but the heavy throbbing in my abdomen warns against it.
I shake my head to clear my mind of my dirty thoughts.
“Careful,paperotta.My control only goes so far,” he growls.
“I… No, you know what?I’m not sorry.”My insides tremble, but if we’re trying this clear communication thing, I may as well be brutally honest.“I enjoyed kissing and teasing you,” I say.
Hunger swims in his golden irises.
“And I liked you kissing and teasing me, but I promised twenty-four hours,” he says.
Disappointment flows through me.He chuckles and slips his hands to my ass.
“Keep going, then.I can make good on my promise to fill your mouth,” he murmurs.
I balk before deciding to embrace the unhinged horndog he inspires me to be.
I lift my chin and take his earlobe into my mouth, glimpsing the surprise in his eyes on the way.When he squeezes my ass and moans, sensual delight buzzes through me, and I urge him to roll onto his back.
He does.
Another thrill shivers down my spine as feminine power flows through me.
I kiss, lick, and nip my way down his body, stopping to marvel over his racing pulse, the well of his collarbone, and the strength in his broad shoulders and masculine chest.He growls when I swirl my tongue around his short, flat nipples, but I take my time and enjoy the feeling of power.
He releases my ass and runs his hands over my back as I crawl down his body.
I tease my fingertips over his abdominals before nuzzling down the center and gripping his massive cock through his sweatpants.My breath catches in my throat.He hisses.Every muscle in his body tightens.
There’s no way this thing fit inside my body.No wonder I’m so sore today.
