Page 116 of Thorns of Desire
I’d fallen so deep that I couldn’t find a way out even if I wanted to. He was my lighthouse in a storm, my haven in turmoil.
“I love you,” I whispered tenderly. “Now, for the love of God, please fuck me, husband. Hard.”
Manuel drove into me. He pulled all the way out, then thrust back in, hitting my sensitive clit just right.
“Fuck… that’s it… I love you…” Stars formed behind my lids.
The orgasm that hit me was strong, unending, until I sobbed in his arms. His lips slammed against mine while he powered harder and faster through my clenching walls until his cum shot inside me.
He never stopped devouring my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine as his hot cum made a mess of my thighs and both of us shuddered through our release.
My eyelids drooped as his hot cum soaked my inner walls. I was so dazed that I forgot everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.
Manuel released me and tucked himself in, buckling his pants while all I could do was stare. Then he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom where he gently wiped my thighs.
“Thank you for loving me,” I whispered. Our eyes met in the mirror and I smiled softly. “You’re the home I’ve been searching for.”
His lips brushed against mine lightly. “You’re everything I’ve been waiting for.”
FORTY-SEVEN
MANUEL
Ialmost lost her.
The thought was terrifying.
Athena was the only woman who had ever made me feel out of my mind with this carnal need. But it was also dark and intense, soft and consuming.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me with a desperation that flowed through my own bones.
“I love you,” she whispered against my mouth, her breath stuttering.
If she repeated those words every minute of every day, they would still make my heart race in my chest.
“I love you too. You have my heart,amorina,” I rasped. “Forever.”
She smiled a little, her breathing evening out. “I’ll be careful with it. Be careful with mine too.”
“Sempre,” I vowed, putting her hand on my chest. “I’ll never hurt you.”
Silence filled the space between us as she absorbed my words.
“I met my father tonight,” she said, her forehead against my shoulder.
I stiffened. Had Atticus planned it with Qian? Betrayal by one parent was bad enough, but two…?
“Did he hurt you?” My voice was low but firm.
“No.”
“What did he want?”
She raised her head and we watched each other for several long seconds. “He wanted me to go with him, but I wouldn’t.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t force you.”
“Even if he tried, I would have fought him. I wanted to get back to you.” Her voice cracked and it fucking tore at my chest. She had to be exhausted.
