“Don’t mistake my silence for permission.” He kissed up my jawbone to my ear, swirling his tongue around the lobe. “When this is over, you will be my wife, Sienna.” He pushed his fingers into me and let out a hiss. “We will have children.” I started to see the wonderful end of the tunnel. “We will rule all of Italy together.” I vaguely heard the sound of his belt buckle. His pants lowered, and he lifted me off my feet.
Then he lowered me back onto the leather bench and grabbed my ankles and slid me down to the edge where he was standing. He bent my legs and leaned forward, running his hands down my legs and over my belly.
“Boomerang effect.” He moaned and lifted one ankle, so my leg was flat against his stomach and chest. He smiled at my high heel, kissing just above the ankle bone. “Nothing sexier than you naked in heels.”
“Almost naked.” I pointed to my bra and snapped the clasp in the front, letting my strained breasts burst free. I wiggled it free and grinned up at him.
He grabbed my other leg and flatted it to him beside the other. He moved to get better footing then freed himself and slid deep inside me. Then he went still.
“Yes!” I closed my eyes, realizing just how badly I needed Elio. Capri or Coppola, it didn’t matter. We were one when we were together. A name couldn’t take that from us, and no matter how terrified I was to let my guard down with him for the third time, when Elio was inside me, nothing could break us.
He pulled out and nudged the tip against my swollen bud. It was greedy for more attention.
“I missed this,” he grunted. “I need you. Without you, I can’t settle, or focus, I’m just…” He stopped himself when he realized what he was saying.
“Just what?” He looked away, but I pushed up to my elbows to show him I wanted to hear him out. We did our best when he was in me. “Tell me.”
“Lost.” His gaze shifted to mine.
“Me too.” I confessed.
He leaned forward and pushed in as he covered my heart with his hand. I covered his and shimmied closer as he started to pump into me. Not fast and not hard, just a good pace that built us up to a slow, delicious feeling. Every so often, he would circle his hips, hitting all the right places, and moaned as he started to build to his climax. I was right there with him, lost in my own little world of lust and need.
When he needed to, he let go of his control a little and lifted my hips, tilted the angle, and dove back in. His neck strained, and his abs were tight. He looked glorious as his muscled arms held me up and his fingers dug into my bottom like he was fighting the urge to feast on me. My breasts bounced around as I tossed my arms over my head, too exhausted to hold on anymore.
He swiped the pad of his thumb over my nub, sending little sparks of lust all over my body.
I let out a silent scream as my orgasm tore through me. I shook and quivered, then warm liquid filled my veins as he watched me with hooded eyes. He bent forward and hooked my legs over his shoulders and licked my nipples as he kept his pace inside me. His hand lifted my breasts, and he squeezed them together, kissing and nipping some more. I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged at the roots with a groan.
“I needed this,” he moved to my neck drawing my hot skin between his lips, “so much.”
He flicked his hips hard, and I gasped at the delicious feeling that ricocheted through me. I was happy I was flexible, because Elio was determined to get as deep inside me as possible.
“I’m going to come so hard you’re going to feel me for weeks.” He chuckled as he reached over my head and lifted himself a little higher. His chest hovered over my face, and I pressed against the bench to help drive him in even deeper.
“Elio!” I groaned between pain and pleasure.
“You can fake being someone else’s.” He thrust again. “You might be able to sell it.” Another deep delicious thrust. “But no man will have you,” thrust, thrust, “like I do.” His body suddenly curled around mine, cocooning me in his strong arms, as he released a primal growl that made my toes curl and my stomach coil for more.
After a few moments, when Elio’s ragged breathing settled, he very slowly peeled his body from mine, lowering my legs as he went. His erection was semi-hard, and I wanted to go again, but something told me we didn’t have enough time. I quickly cleaned up and got dressed, and he did the same.
“What?” I asked when he shot me a strange glance.
“I don’t like this.” He shimmied into his jacket then fixed his shirt underneath. “You should be home in our bed where I can spend the night inside you.”
“Elio, we have the most amazing sex.” I sat back down on the chair to fix my shoe. “No one can ever deny that, but we’ve still got a lot of things to work out between us, let alone everyone else.”
He chuckled darkly as he rolled his wrist to glance at the time. He moved to stand in front of me and hooked my chin with his hand.
“Bella, you can work out whatever shit you have going on with me, but you’ll do so while living with me, at our home.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” he gently kissed my lips, claiming them, “it’s true.”
“And you think just because you say it, that makes it true?”
He stared deep into my eyes and let all his walls down. “When will you learn, Sienna? I’m never letting you go.” His lips touched mine again. “Ever.”