Page 127 of Double Trouble for the Mafia Prince
She does not run.
She does not demand.
She only moves like she knows I will come to her anyway.
When I reach her, I cup her face in both hands, and she lets me.
My thumbs graze the bones of her cheeks, the soft bow of her mouth.
Her lips part under my touch, and she breathes something close to my name.
It is a sound scraped from the back of her throat, and it drags something primal from mine.
Her hands come to the buttons of my shirt, and she undoes them one by one.
Slowly.
Like it matters.
When she pulls the fabric back, her eyes trace the bruise blooming over my ribs, the scar high on my shoulder, the blood that isn’t mine still drying at my cuffs.
She says nothing, only lowers her mouth to the hollow of my chest and presses a kiss there, like an answer.
The bed is behind her, neatly made, the duvet smooth and untouched.
I don’t want the bed.
Neither does she.
I press her back against the hardwood floor, my jacket still on, belt clinking faintly as it brushes the rug.
She moans when her spine hits the ground, but not in pain.
It is the sound of thirst breaking.
She hooks one knee over my hip and pulls me between her legs, the fabric of my trousers dragging against her bare thighs, her body already warm and open beneath mine.
We don't rush.
We don't speak.
There are only the sounds: her breath catching when I kiss the spot behind her ear, the wet friction of her thighs parting wider as I grind against her, the low groan that builds in my throat when her fingers dig into the back of my neck.
Her nails scratch over my scalp.
She bites my jaw.
I feel her legs tighten around my waist and know that the floor is burning her skin, but she doesn’t move.
When I finally push into her, it is slow, grinding, merciless.
She arches up, gasps, then clamps her mouth over my shoulder to muffle the cry.
I stay buried there, deep inside her, unmoving for a long moment, just breathing into her hair while she shudders under me.
Then I start to move, deep, dragging every inch of myself through her until she trembles, her body twitching with every slow thrust.
Her head rolls back.
