Page 109 of Red Retaliation
Fuck!That is hands down the most intense sex I’ve ever had. Pushing myself up onto an elbow, I pull Arianna towards me, brushing a tendril of her hair from her face. “Everything okay?”
Arianna blinks, her violet eyes bright, yet wary.
Not used to second-guessing or questioning anything after a session in the sack, I feel uncharacteristically uncomfortable. “Arianna?”
“I...” Arianna’s mouth opens to speak and then changes her mind.
Shit. Does she regret this? Because I don’t.
And there’s no turning back now.
Moving her so I’m over her once again, I gently press my lips to hers. “You’re mine now, Arianna.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “I know...”
Staring into her eyes, I realize this is more than sex. This is a connection - a base connection that I could possibly class aslove...
And from what I see; from what I read deep inside the violet-hued window to Arianna’s soul, she feels the same.
I’m getting hard again. That’s what this woman does to me. Galvatore blood or not, Arianna belongs to me now in every sense of the word. I don’t know how I’ll make this work, but I’m sure as fuck going to manage it because there’s no other option if I want to draw air.
Parting her thighs with my knee, my rapidly hardening cock is back at her entrance, slick and dripping with my come, and I easily slide back into her. She wraps her arms around my neck, gently moaning with awakened need.
We fit together like a glove. She feels it. I feel it. I can’t explain it - it goes against everything I stand for, but our connection is stronger than anything.
And for that, I’ll kill to ensure I keep her. Even my own brothers, if needs be.
CHAPTER
80
Arianna
MY EYELIDS FLUTTER as the morning sun makes its presence known through a gap in the curtains. I stretch languidly, receiving an unexpected gush of wet from between my legs. At the same time, I realize I’m naked and, like the best dream ever, I remember last night.
At the sight of Red next to me, contented pleasure enfolds me. With one arm over his head and his face serene in sleep, there’s no hint of his usual frown.
I could stare at his sculpted perfection forever.
Just thinking of last night makes my core throb. We had little sleep and fucked the night away. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed.
This man is a machine!
I’m sore as hell, but my need for him again beats so strongly it matters little. My fingers trace down his hard stomach, but then I stop.
What if things are different this morning? What if he regrets what we’ve done?
We crossed the line.
Quickly turning over, I inch towards the edge of the bed. I’ll get a shower, thereby avoiding the rejection if he wakes up and says he wants things to go back to how they were before. That last night was a one-off and something that can’t be repeated, like we’d promised.
I know that having now fully crossed the line makes things difficult, but I can’t go back to how things were. Not now I’ve found the missing piece of my life, albeit in the last place I expected.
Even if I could go back, I don’t want to. I meant what I said.
But didhe?
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, only to be dragged back to the center. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
