Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
"There are so many of them. So many injuries. So much pain." Her voice trembles.
Is she crying for me?
I tip her head back to see the wet sheen of tears in her eyes. Cristo. She is weeping for me.
"Don't cry for me, amorina. I don't deserve your tears."
"You don't get to decide that, Domani. I do."
I curl my hand around her jaw, running my fingers beneath her eye. Her tears haven't fallen, but I imagine the feel of them on my fingertips anyway. No one has ever cried for me. I don't think anyone has ever found me worthy of tears. This girl shouldn't. I snatched her from her bed in the dark of night. And still, she weeps.
In this moment I decide two things. One, I'll never give her a reason to cry. And two, I'll be a man worthy of her tears.
I pull her flush against my body, slanting my mouth down over hers. I intend the kiss to be soft and sweet, a simple thank you. At least that's what I tell myself. But as soon as my lips touch hers, we ignite in a shower of sparks.
I don't even know which of us goes up first, but we burn together. I growl, plunging my hand into her hair to hold her still. She cries out, clinging to my broad shoulders. I take her mouth as I've wanted to do since I landed beside her bed last night. I lay claim to it, consuming her and that sweet taste.
She bites my bottom lip, her nails embedded in my shoulders as she climbs my body. Her legs wrap around my waist, her pussy aligned with my cock.
"Fuck," I growl, her heat searing me even through her skinny jeans. I want them off her. Now. Want nothing between us but the flames scorching everywhere we touch. "Stop me, mio sole."
"No."
I yank her shirt off over her head, burying my face between her breasts. They're even more perfect in the light of day, her nipples begging for attention. I'm happy to oblige. I turn my head, dragging one into my mouth.
"Domani!" Her hands land in my hair, pulling. She isn't trying to drag me off, though. Not even close. She wants me right where I am.
I bite and suck, leaving a red mark on her alabaster skin. And then I move to the opposite breast, doing the same. "Stop me," I growl. "If you don't, I won't stop, Finley. I'll take you whether you want me or not."
"Don't stop."
Cristo. My self-control shatters. I fall on her like a ravenous beast.
Her moans fill the little clearing, filtering out into the forest beyond. If anyone is nearby, I'm sure they hear her. I don't give a fuck. This is my property and my woman. If they come near, they'll live just long enough to regret their choice.
"Domani, Domani, please."
"Please, what, mio sole? What do you need?"
"More," she whispers through a moan. "I need more."
Who am I to tell her no? She wanted one day to be normal. I can give her more than that. I'll give her utter fucking perfection.
I turn with her in my arms, backing her up against a massive oak a few feet away. Large, flat rocks litter the ground around us, having fallen from the cliff above. I kiss my way down her body, trying to undo her pants at the same time.
Somehow, I manage to strip them and her shoes from her, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. They aren't the same ones she wore last night, but they're every bit as innocent. On her, the simple fabric is sexier than lace.
I kneel at her feet, staring up at her in rapt devotion. Yeah, I could spend the rest of my life right here, just like this, and die the happiest motherfucker on the planet at the end of it.
"Domani," she mouths.
I throw her legs over my shoulders, burying my face between her thick thighs.
She cries out, grasping at the tree and my head as if she's afraid I'm going to let her fall. As if she has to worry. She's right where I want her. She isn't going anywhere. I run my nose along the wet spot in her panties, breathing her in. Her heady scent swirls around me, feminine and pure.
I flick my tongue out, dragging it along the seam of her panties. She tastes as good as she smells. Better. I growl, dragging her panties to the side with my tongue as a bolt of lust rips through me. I need her coming on my tongue now. Cristo. I can't fucking think until I know what she sounds like when she's falling apart for me.
I spread her legs wide and gorge myself on her. I'm not careful with her. She isn't delicate. I fuck her with my tongue, my hands digging into her thick thighs to hold her still. Her cries of ecstasy fill the clearing, bouncing back from the treetops. Every single one hits me like a shotgun blast, demanding I give her more and more.