Page 78 of Till Death Do Us Part

Our lips made a violent noise when we parted, but I refused to let him go. I sank my claws in, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, leading me to a dark, fast car parked at the curb. He hit a button on the key fob, it started, and the lights turned on by themselves.

The interior flooded my nose with the intensity of…him. I cracked the window and the Atlantic rushed in, but it did nothing to cleanse his scent.

I sent a private text to Lo while Felice walked over to the driver’s side.

Me:Please cover for me.

She didn’t text me back until Felice had pulled off.

Lo:I saw you leave with Jack. Got it.

She sent a winking emoji.

We said nothing to each other for the fifteen-minute drive back to Babbo’s house in Edgartown. Felice parked down the street.

He opened my door for me, and we walked up to the house together. I got the key out, and he opened that door for me too.

As soon as we were in my room, he kicked the door shut behind him, locked it, and flung me on the bed. I bounced and reached for him as he climbed on top of me. His mouth impaled mine, his tongue deep, as he slid his hand down my leg, removing the heels. His hand came back up and removed my underwear.

I moaned and pushed into his touch when he started to stroke me between the legs. I was being so loud, it was echoing inside of my brain.

He was here and so solid underneath my hands. So real.

He broke the kiss and grabbed his shirt by the collar, yanking it over his head. His hair went in all different directions. Wild. But nowhere near as feral as his eyes. They belonged to a hunter. A carnivore.

“Put your hands on me, Roma,” he ordered, his voice husky.

I did, running them up and down his chest, lightly clawing him. He closed his eyes and seemed to melt into my touch. Until his mouth was on mine again. My lip burned, and he sucked the split, then licked the blood. His tongue traced the shape of my mouth before I touched his with mine.

He flipped over to his back, setting me on top of him. He lifted the dress and flung it to the floor. It had a built-in bra, so I was naked. I set my hands against his chest, lifting some. He kicked his boots and socks off, then slid his jeans and boxers off. I came down slowly, and when his dick slid between my legs, we both groaned.

I started moving faster, harder.

He made a noise that echoed the starved hunter, right before he takes his first bite.

My breath came out in awhooshwhen he flipped me on my back, parted my legs, and positioned himself at my entrance.

“I’ll sign my vow in blood to you,” I whispered. “Right now.”

I could see the indecision in his eyes. He wasn’t a man used to losing control. He was on the verge of snapping. I could feel the tension in his muscles, trembling like a wild animal about to escape his restraints.

“You will be my wife first,” he said in Italian.

“Does that mean you won’t disappear on me again?”

He slid a hand down my face. “No one is moving me out of your life, my little herbivore. Not again.”

My little herbivore.My heart gave a tender sigh that escaped my mouth.

I nodded and tilted my head into his palm. He kissed my mouth, my face, down my chin to my neck, until he reached my thighs.

He licked them up and down, and when he hit my center, I started to wantonly rub myself against his face. The vibration of his groan made me come around him in a violent spasm. I felt a surge of heat all over. Like he’d lit my skin on fire in the darkness.

He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. He was kissing me again. He growled into my mouth when I reached down and stroked his dick. He sat up, taking me with him, and set his legs over the edge of the bed. He put me between them.

“Put my cock in your mouth, my beautiful girl.”

I licked my lips, looked up at him, and did. He was engorged and felt like he was growing harder in my mouth. The feel and taste of him, hot and salty, made me moan.

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