Page 182 of Carnal

Pushing my hair behind my ear. He asks, "Why are you sorry, Pina?"

I admit, "Every day, I remember more and more about you—about us. I don't want to have this uncomfortable feeling anymore. I don't want you to question what you're doing and feel bad about it. Most of all, I don't want to spend another night in my own bedroom."

His eyes widen. His erection grows, pushing into my stomach. In a low voice, he says, "Clarify that for me."

Nothing is planned. I open my mouth, and words fly out. "I want to stay with you. I don't want to be in any bed except yours."

He clenches his jaw, studying me, then asks, "Are you sure?"

I shake my head hard, confessing, "I love you, Tristano. I don't think I ever stopped. And I'm tired of waiting for my full memory to come back."

He tugs me closer to him. "Are you sure you love me?"

"Yes."

He pushes me to the tile, cups my cheeks, and presses his lips to mine.

I urgently slide my tongue against his, whimpering against him, feeling like I'm waking up from a long sleep.

He mumbles against my lips, "I love you so much, baby girl," and then his mouth continues to own me.

My body submits to his. He palms my ass and picks me up, keeping his lips on mine and carrying me to his bed.

We don't bother to dry off. He places me on my back, cages his body over mine, and pins my hands above my head.

I thrust my hips up, but he murmurs in my ear, "Hold the bars."

His command sends a chill down my spine. I grasp the iron headboard. He nibbles on my collarbone and pinches my nipple.

"Oh..." I breathe.

"I missed your sounds," he mutters, then lowers his mouth to my chest, making his way to my pussy.

A buzzing sensation fills my body. I widen my legs, gripping the bars as if my life depended on it. The moment his tongue hits my clit, I moan.

He eats me out like a starved man, fingering, licking, and sucking me until I'm begging him.

"Please," I barely get out.

"Tell me you'll still marry me," he demands, slowing his pace and licking me while drilling his gaze into mine.

"Yes," I agree, wanting nothing else but a life with him.

"Say it again," he orders, his face darkening.

"Be my husband," I cry out.

My reward is a hurricane of adrenaline attacking my cells, creating an earthquake so deep I continue to shake, even when he slides inside me.

"Yes," I whisper, squeezing the iron so tight, my fingers might break.

He tugs my hair and slides the other arm under me. Heat rises in his cheeks. His dark eyes burn with fire as he states, "Don't ever leave me again."

"I won't," I promise.

"You and me, baby girl. Forever," he asserts, thrusting into me harder.

"For...oh...oh...oh God!" I cry out. Another orgasm rolls through my bones.

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