Page 133 of A Second Dawn

“Look at me,” he demands.

And I do. Because I’m defenseless when it comes to this man.

The way he looks at me has me shaking and burning up inside.

His eyes devour me as if I am his greatest treasure. And I’m starting to believe that maybe I am.

He lines his cock up with my entrance, just keeping it there for unbearable seconds, staring into my eyes.

The anticipation is killing me. I lift my hips, but he’s not swayed.

“Ti amo, angelo. Sempre e per sempre… I love you, always and forever.” His voice quivers with a raw emotion that I can almost touch.

His eyes brim with intensity. They soften, as if inviting me to peer into the depths of his soul.

The corners of his lips tremble, betraying the subtle nervousness that accompanies having bared his heart so openly. Mine opens in response.

I feel his love enveloping me, a warmth that brushes against my skin like a gentle caress.

As I look into his eyes, I see the unfiltered truth of his heart. His words were not just a declaration, but a plea to trust in his love, to believe in the eternity and inevitability of us.

“I love you too,” I whisper. But what we have goes beyond love. It’s a profound connection, an unbreakable promise that reaches far beyond what words could ever express.

Still, my admission ignites a sparkle in Tiero’s eyes that makes the butterflies in my stomach break free and flutter to all parts of my body.

His gaze stays locked on mine as he sinks into me oh so slowly, pushing forward with steady force.

The stretch is perfection.

We both exhale a moan in unison.

“Home,” he whispers as my back arches, seeking to be closer to him. My breast grazes against his, as he bends to press gentle kisses along my neck.

“You’re my home,” he says softly again. “And being inside you is pure heaven.”

I can only moan in response.

Tiero pushes himself as far as he can go before sliding out and driving back into me. Over and over.

Holy crap, he feels good. How did I ever think I could live without him?

My nails dig into his back as I’m trying to hold on to my sanity.

“You take my cock so well. Your pussy was made for me. I love how it’s soaking me. I’m the only man who’ll ever be inside you. You’re mine, do you understand? You. Are. Mine.”

He lets me have it then. I rotate my hips as if this could help him go deeper. I want him deeper.

“Fuckkk,” I groan. “So goddamn good.”

The sounds filling the room are erotic and heighten my arousal further.

I wrap my legs around him, moving with him as he pushes in deeper. I’m sure my eyes are rolling back into my head—it feels that good.

“You’re so deep…” I moan.

“Not… deep… enough…” Tiero pants in between purposeful, deep thrusts. “Never… deep… enough.”

An inferno builds at the base of my spine. I’m teetering on the edge of freefall, my fate in his hands.

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