Page 137 of Till Death Do Us Part

I did as he said, trembling all over, even though sweat dripped from my body. This time of the day, there was no breeze, and the closed tent felt like a sauna. My breasts felt heavy, achy, and my nipples were hard. The pulse between my legs throbbed.

My body always craved his, but when he was this close…

“Please. Touch me.”

He ran a hand over the shape of my ass cheek before it dipped between my legs.

“So fucking wet for me already.”

“I’ve missed you,” I barely got out, my eyes closing.

He slipped a finger inside of me, opening me up, stretching me. I moaned low in my throat, pushing against it.

“You want more?”

“Mmm…yes. I want you.”

He kicked his boots and socks off. Unzipped his pants and pulled them off with his boxers. He climbed on the bed behind me. He set his dick close to my entrance and I pushed back, to take him inside, to have him fill me up until I felt like I couldn’t take it.

His hips surged forward, burying himself to the hilt, and I cried out as he groaned. He was so big and so thick, it felt like he was stretching my hips. He pushed me forward, his dick sliding halfway out, my face hitting the bed. I turned my cheek against it.

He ran his hand down the side of my face. “I love you more than life.” He gripped my hips. “But this isn’t going to feel like it. This is going to feel like the hours and days we spent apart. This is going to feel like all the seconds I spent thinking about you—not being able to fucking touch my wife. This is going to feel like your silence. This is going to feel like me taking back what’s mine.”

He rammed me again, and a garbled sound escaped my lips. He started fucking me like an animal. Grunting and growling, his hands biting into my hips, sweat splashing on my body from his. I wasn’t sure if I could keep taking it, but the pain only increased the pleasure.

I was losing my mind from the back and forth. From the insanity of it. From the intensity of it.

“I love you.”I’m fucking you like my body is at war with yours.

“We’ll never separate again.”Feel that? How much I wanted to kill the distance between us?

“You’re mine.”You hid from me. You hurt me. Even before you ran to save me.

A long, trembling moan left my lips, and I couldn’t hold back. My body gave in to his, and it felt like we went crashing into each other when we came at the same time. I felt the impact deeper than bone.

We both stilled. Trying to catch our breath. He pulled me down on the bed, bringing my back to his front. I could feel his heart pounding. Our bodies dripped with sweat. My hair was soaked.

I turned over and he moved back some, giving me room.

“Felice,” I whispered, tucking my hands against his chest.

He closed his eyes. “You fucking ripped my heart out, little plant eater. You’re not a part of the world. You are my world. You insult me every time you call me John. You deafened me with your silence.”

“You hurt me.”

He opened his eyes and stared into mine. “No excuses. I was fucking wrong. I own it. I’ll own it for the rest of my life. I’ll carry your hurt with me like a scar. It won’t happen again. The game is over. I ended it.Finito.” He kissed my hands.

“What you did at Babbo’s—”

“You’re the only one who can bring me to my knees, woman. No man in this world can.”

The words hung in the air around us. For the first time since he’d arrived, outside noises started to invade what seemed like our own private world. The dig site was still active. Life was still moving forward. The earth was still spinning. It brought me back to reality.

“Tommaso—”

“He’s dead.” His jaw tensed, and his eyes turned hard.

I searched his face. “When?”

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