“We’ve been fucking for the better part of twenty-four hours without protection. If you’re not knocked up by now, I’m doing something seriously wrong. Which I will remedy by the time you take my name.”
He’s been ambling toward me the whole time he’s talking. And now he pounces, his hands under my ass propelling my body into his.
“Matteo!” I protest even as I wrap my arms around his neck.
He squeezes me tight until I can’t take a full breath. “Fuck, baby, it feels like forever since I held you.” My core is resting on the solid bar of his erection, and I can’t help myself, I rub my center against it, making us both groan.
“Say the words, angel. Forgive me so we can start our lives?”
“I shouldn’t,” I say with a deliberate pout, but then, because he’s addictive and I’m a hopeless lovesick junkie, I drop a light kiss on his lips. He makes a sound of protest when I pull back. “But.” Another kiss. “You saved me from those douchebags.” Kiss. “And from sleazy Barry.” Kiss. “You made my first time incredible.” Kiss. “You’re taking care of my only friend.” Kiss. “And you broke your brother’s nose when he threatened me.”
“Don’t forget the small matter of taking a wrecking ball to a certain bar after setting it on fire, just to make double sure it can’t be rebuilt any time soon,” he whispers in my ear.
I pull back with a gasp. “A wrecking ball? You didn’t!”
“Oh yes, I fucking did. I got my men to make a video if you ever want to watch.”
“God, you’re crazy!”
“For you. Only for you.”
I moan, and my legs tighten around him and the next kiss is much deeper, much longer. When we come up for air, we both panting.
“Angel?”
“Hmm?”
“Does the fact that you just got wetter and your nipples are seriously erect mean you don’t deplore all aspects of being a kingpin’s wife?”
I bury my face against his neck to stop him seeing the fiery blush consuming my face.
He laughs as he walks me across the room, and my heart sings with awed delight that I will get to experience this for the rest of my life.
“Where are you taking me?”
My back hitting the bed gives me my answer.
“We’re not leaving this bed until you’re fully and completely bred, angel. When we stand in front of the priest to make our vows, you’ll be pregnant.”
I try to keep my head on straight as he steps out of his clothes, tears his shirt off me and devours one nipple. “W-what’s the hurry?”
“I want at least one kid before your music career takes off. The other five we can work in between your schedule.”
“Other five. You want six—Oh…oh my God, Matteo!” I scream as he slams inside me, driving through tissues that are less sore but still bear the evidence of his ferocious possession.
“Fuck yes, say my name, just like that!” he roars as he pounds me, unrestrained and feral in his domination.
“Matteo. Oh. That’s feelsamazing! Oh! I love you, Matteo!”
Eyes glittering with so muchfeelingmeet mine, right before he devours my mouth in a long, wet and blissful kiss. “T’amu, me muglieri,” he rasps against my lips. Then, “Come for your Daddy now. Milk me so I can breed you some more. Make sure my seed settles, nice and deep.”
I throw my head back and fly.
Straight into the arms of my savior.
My forever.