Page 118 of Born into Mayhem
Wrapping his lips around my pierced nipple, he gives me a suck that has my body straining to move. When I manage to keep still, he rewards me with a flick of his tongue and a whispered “Good girl” against my wet skin.
“I can’t last another four weeks.” My confession is given in a shaky voice, strained by want and need, and it’s the closest I’ve come to crying since leaving the hospital.
“You won’t have to.” He slowly kisses his way down my stomach. “I can’t slide into you for another four weeks, but I spoke with your doctor.”
“You did?”
I look down at him and when my stomach tenses with the movement, he shakes his head and gives me atsk-tsk.“Stomach relaxed,amore.”
I huff out a breath and put my head back on the pillow, forcing my body to soften. I never realized how vital abs are before this wound. Every thing I do, every single movement, feels like it’s connected to my core.
When I’m relaxed, I ask, “What did he say? I thought doctorsweren’t supposed to give out information to anyone other than the patient.”
I feel the hot breath of his laugh against my belly button. “I’m your husband, little viper, and the man is smart enough to not tell me no when I ask for something. Stop pouting and I’ll tell you what he said.”
“I’m not pouting, and we’re still not married.” I wait a second and add, “What did he say?”
He kisses me and lifts his head to give me one of his wicked grins. “He said I can eat your sweet pussy as much as I want, and you can come as long as it doesn’t hurt.”
“Those were his exact words? That’s not very professional.”
He smiles and nips at my skin. “No, I’m paraphrasing. I would’ve killed him for talking about you like that.” Kissing the spot he just grazed with his teeth, he murmurs, “Do you think you can hold still for me? Can you stay relaxed while I lick and suck on that pretty piercing of yours? Can you remain calm while I fuck you with my tongue?”
And because I’ll never lie to him, I say, “I’ll try.”
I swear I feel his smile against my skin as he slowly kisses a line across my stomach. When he gets to my scar, the one that’s still healing but looking better every day, he lets out a quiet sigh and kisses the long, pale-pink line that runs along the right side of my lower stomach. The skin is still slightly raised, but when I look at it, I don’t see an ugly reminder of what I lost. I see proof of my love for Dario.
Proof that I survived.
Because as long as I’m breathing, I will protect him no matter what it takes, no matter what it costs me. I will always put myself in between him and whatever’s coming. It’s the one thing we’ll never agree on. He’s determined to get me to stand behind him, and I’m just as determined to stand in front.
He’ll learn to accept my decision. One day.
“Ti amo, piccola vipera,” he whispers in between his gentle kisses.
“Ti amo, solntse moyo,” I whisper back, making him give a masculine groan at my words. I was right about Dario being a big romantic. I swear hearing me say that I love him gets him just as aroused as seeingme naked. It’s unbelievably sweet, and one of the things I love most about him.
His lips keep kissing a trail along my skin as he carefully pulls my clothes off, and when I’m naked, he scoots down, positioning his body between my legs as he grabs my inner thighs and lowers his face to my aching sex. His nose gently nuzzles me as he breathes in the scent of my arousal.
“Perfect,” he murmurs while he kisses the crease of my thigh. “Every inch of you is perfect, and so goddamn fuckable.”
My fingers play in his hair as he teases me with soft kisses along the smooth skin I’d just shaved this morning. The wet heat of his breath and the gentle press of his lips on my sensitive skin is an exquisite torture. Every instinct I have is telling me to rock my hips, to hold him tighter against me so I can get the relief I’m so desperate for.
“You’re doing so good,piccola vipera,” he whispers before dragging his mouth lower. “Keep holding still,amore.”
“I’m trying,” I say, and even though I’m trying not to pout, it comes out sounding that way.
I’m not allowed to lift my head because it’ll tense my stomach, but I can hear the amusement in his voice when he says, “Keep trying, sweetheart. I may not be able to slide into you right now, but I can love you with my mouth, and I can fuck you with my tongue.”
I moan his name when he gives me a long, slow lick, hitting my slit from bottom to top before flicking his tongue against my piercing. My body tenses, but I quickly force my muscles to relax.
“Hmm,” he muses while he kisses around my clit. “Maybe this is too early. Maybe I should stop and we can try this again in a week.”
Fisting his hair tighter, I say, “Don’t you dare.”
His deep laugh is sexy as hell, but I refuse to be sidetracked. “I’m serious, Dario. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Oh yeah?” He nips at one of my lips. “What are you going to do about it?” Soothing the bite with a kiss, he says, “You’re in no position to make demands, little viper.”
