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But he paused for a fraction of a second, looking up at me, eyes filled with question.

“Hell, yes,” I said, trying to wiggle my ass closer to get him inside me.

He grabbed my hair, taking my lips as he kicked his hips and thrust inside me.

Hard.

Deep.

And just like last time, no condom, just flesh. And metal.

His fingers dug into my ass as my nails bit into his shoulders. We were both covered in marks from last night.

Chapter Thirty

Cielo Luciano

I ran my fingers up her inner thigh, over her pussy, all the way to her clit, rubbing in small circles, watching my come disappear into her skin, ignoring the time, tuning out the passing of each second.

“Marking your territory?” she asked with an amused grin.

“Damn right.”

She laughed, then grabbed hold of my hand and brought it to her lips. “You don’t have to do that, you know?”

“Mark my territory?” I asked as she sucked my index finger into her mouth, making my cock jerk.

I’d had plenty of women clean up my come, but this was different. Knowing I was inside her, it brought out the savageness in me I’d only ever let out in the ring… and, to some extent, in sex with Charlotte. It made me want to fight and fuck… and protect like an animal.

“Sì,I do.”

She shook her head, then moved onto the next finger, then the next.

“I meant, you don’t have to pull out, charming,” she said, tapping her upper arm with her free hand right before she slid her tongue along my thumb and took it into her mouth too.

If watching her clean my come off her fingers had been getting me hard all over again, the thought of coming deep inside her cunt would have had me coming without contact if I’d been a lesser man.

Unfortunately, the way she was moving was languid and sated, and she had to be sore after the way we’d been fucking.

I waited until she’d finished with my thumb, then stepped out of the V of her thighs and fixed my boxers, trying like a god damned saint to think about anything but shoving my cock back inside her.

“You still don’t have any food,” I said when the first thing I caught sight of was the fridge.

“I thought we’d covered this,” she said as her brow furrowed and she slowly closed her thighs.Damn.

“No bacon and eggs, no sausages…” I explained, opening the fridge door and peering inside—not sure why I thought I’d find anything different than the last time.

She made a fake gagging sound as she hopped off the counter and straightened her tiny shorts. “That’s meat,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Sì,I know that.” I wasn’t sure if this was one of those times the conversation was veering off in a strange direction.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up higher.

Christ, sainthood was hard.

“I don’t kill and eat animals, Cielo.”

What? “You’ve killedhumans, Charlotte.”

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