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“Lily, you and Iris both deserve the world, no matter what. You hear me?” he says, shrugging out of his shirt.

My eyes land on the small bandage covering part of his ribcage. “Did you add another tooth?” He barely escaped death today while I was asleep? The thought nearly sends me over the edge.

“Breathe for me,” he commands, and I take in a deep, slow breath before releasing it. He smooths the worry lines on my forehead with the pads of his fingers. “I have thirty-two teeth—so twenty-eight lives left,” he assures me.

“I don’t think it works that way. And this one?” I ask, touching the edge of a bandage on his left tricep.

“Just a little scrape.”

“Let me see,” I insist.

He peels off the bandage, and I gasp. There’s a bloody divot in his skin about an inch wide and two inches long. “What happened?”

“Just a graze.”

“As in a bullet graze?” My voice sounds hysterical to my own ears. “Oh my God, you have to go to the hospital!”

“We’re going to the Parisi family dinner tomorrow night,” he says, reapplying the bandages. “My boss’ girl, Nicky, is a doc. She can take a look at it then.”

“Darius—”

He silences me by thrusting his tongue inside my mouth. Kissing me until I’m breathless, he pulls back—resting his forehead against mine. “I’m fine, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll have Nicky look at it tomorrow. Now, stop thinking so fucking much and lay back,” he commands, pushing me onto the bed with his big hand. “I’m eating this sweet little pussy until you pass out.”

And he makes good on that promise.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lily

Waking with a start, I sit up in bed and glance at the clock—way too early for me to be up.

“Go back to sleep,” Darius rumbles with his eyes closed, pulling me back down.

Admiring my sexy husband in the early morning sun, I run my nails through his prickly beard. His eyes remain closed even though I know he’s awake, and I smile as I pull down the covers to find his dick is also awake.

Climbing on top of him, I lick and kiss his neck, savoring the taste of his salty skin as I work my way down to his hard pecs. He told me the old adage “your body is a temple,” and this man’s body is absolutely a temple—one I’ll happily worship at this Sunday morning.

I continue my journey south, kissing and licking his happy trail until I get to his massive erection. As I open my mouth wide to take him in, he grabs my hair, giving it a tug. “If you put those pretty little lips on my dick, I’ll come too soon,” he says in a guttural tone, his eyes now open. “I want you to ride me.”

I eagerly crawl up his body, holding onto his chest as grind my pussy against his shaft. “Put my dick inside you,” he says in that gravely tone of his I love so much.

Shaking my head with a smile, I continue to slide my pussy lips against his length, dry humping him—except I’m already so wet, there’s nothing dry about it.

“Such a fucking tease,” he chides. “Pussy dripping on my dick like a little whore.”

Mmm, I’m getting Diávolos this morning. “You made me this way,” I tell him.

“I did,” he readily agrees. “Don’t ever forget, little angel, the devil owns this pussy.” He grabs me by the hips with one hand and holds his dick with the other, slamming me down hard on him.

“Oh, God! You’re too big,” I whimper. He’s a snug fit anyway, but with me on top, it’s an overwhelming feeling of fullness, bordering on painful.

“My dirty little slut will stretch.” Darius gently thumps his dick inside me, but otherwise remains still—giving me time to adjust to his size. I take a deep breath, relaxing my body. “That’s it. Like a fucking glove,” he praises in a choked tone, a look of ecstasy on his face. “This pussy was made for me. Now, ride,” he commands, moving me back and forth with his hands bruising into my hips.

I lean back, bracing my hands on his muscular thighs as I move on his velvety-smooth dick. “This feels so good.” I moan, my clit hitting his bunched up foreskin on each forward motion.

“Heaven,” he rasps in agreement. Releasing one of my hips, he holds up his thumb over his pelvis.

When I propel myself forward on the next thrust of my hips, I find out why. “Oh, fuck,” I cry, my clit hitting the pad of his thumb. I speed up my movement, chasing after the orgasm that’s oh so close.

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