Page 102 of Thorns of Blood
“Okay?” he mumbled, barely hanging on to his control.
“Don’t hold back,” I breathed. He began moving, thrusting slowly, the rock-solid muscle over me making my body ache, the bundle of nerves between my legs on fire with need. I could feel every inch of him, driving into me with torturous slowness.
“Harder,” I begged, canting my hips against his.
He began thrusting faster and harder. He pulled out all the way before grinding back in, setting all my nerve endings on fire. His hand reached between our bodies, playing with my clit, sending sparks skittering down my spine.
Flesh against flesh, my moans and his grunts bounced off the bedroom walls.
With a savage drive of his hips, he pinned me to the bed and fucked me. Hard. Without restraint.
He fucked me exactly the way I needed him to, his cock hitting my sweet spot. I could feel another orgasm building, thrust after thrust, as if I didn’t come hard enough to cry just minutes ago.
“Oh… oh… th-there…”
“This body is mine,” he growled, his hips grinding against mine. He slapped my ass then rubbed it, never easing his movements. “Now come for me.”
And I did.
A second orgasm slammed into me as I screamed his name. With my back arched and my head thrown against the pillows, I cried out, wracked with pleasure for the second time tonight. I shuddered, my insides clenching around his length, moaning and clawing at his back as he kept thrusting. The sensation didn’t let up until I felt like I was about to faint.
A few more thrusts and Giovanni’s grunts filled the air as he pulled out of me and came all over my stomach.
This must be what it meant to be thoroughly fucked.
Just when I thought Giovanni was going to release me, his hand came around my throat. He said, “We’ve just gotten started, my love,” into my ear, and I let myself fall once more.
THIRTY-SIX
LIANA
Irolled to the side, stretching my arm out only to find the sheets cold. I sprung up to a sitting position, my eyes darting around, but the room was empty.
The sun streamed through the blinds, sunrays flickering across the floor. I lifted Giovanni’s pillow and brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply. The woodsy, masculine scent seeped into my lungs and with a groan, I fell back onto the sheets.I rubbed a closed fist over my chest.
Why did I feel abandoned?
I shook my head, shelving the disappointment. He’d probably gone out to get some work done. Sighing, I reached for my phone and found ten missed calls from José.
Alarm shot through me as I dialed him up.
He answered on the first ring. “Jesus, I thought something happened to you.”
“I’m sorry, I was busy.” Having my brains fucked. Literally.
“I found The Mistress.”
My fingers came up to cover my mouth, the sheet falling to my waist. “Where? Who is she? How?”
He chuckled. “You remind me of my kid with so many questions.”
I wanted to bark at him to cut the bullshit but reminded myself patience was a virtue.
“You have a smart kid.” He sighed, and something about it shot an alert through me. Something was wrong, he was stalling. “Tell me, José.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I gritted.
