“So greedy,” he chuckles. “So fucking desperate for me.”
“Only for you.” I arch my back, and my voice is strained as I add, “I’m yours to look at…” Adriano gives me another thrust. “To touch…” Another. “To kiss.” He moves faster and faster, and when my orgasm threatens to strike, I cry, “To fuck.”
Powering forcefully into me, Adriano shoves me right over the edge, and I climax hard.
He rubs my clit, making it even more intense while watching me with an obsessed look as I come apart for him.
Suddenly, he grabs hold of my throat, and squeezing just enough to get my attention, he groans, “Mine,” repeating the word with every thrust until his orgasm strips him of all control and he drops down on top of me.
I wrap my legs around him and hook my arms over his head, relishing in how good it feels as his cock swells and jerks inside me.
Slowly we still, our harsh breaths the only sound in the room.
“Mine,” Adriano whispers reverently before pressing a tender kiss to my hair. “Mine.” His lips ghost over my temple and down my cheek before following the curve of my jaw. When his eyes lock with mine, his tone is strained with the all-consuming love he has for me. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
I nod before lifting my head and sealing my mouth to his.
Right after we got married, Adriano didn’t lie when he said he would only continue getting more obsessed with me. Itdoesn’t bother me one bit, because I love being the center of his universe.
“Christ, Laurie,” he breathes the words into my mouth. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you more.” A grin forms on my face because I know what the words will lead to.
Right on cue, he lifts his head and narrows his eyes at me. “There’s no fucking way. Seems I have to remind you just how much I love you.”
I move my arms up and rest them against the pillows, so I’m stretched out, and Adriano trails his fingertips over my neck, décolletage, and breasts.
He worships me until I’m boneless, mindless, and completely consumed by him.
As time slips away, it feels like our souls become one and I fall even more in love with the man who took one look at me and decided I’m his.
Thank the heavens for that moment, for Adriano forcing me to marry him and showing me what true love really is.
Epilogue
Laurie
The second Adriano walks into the bedroom holding a strip of black silk, I give him a suspicious look. “Whatever you’re thinking will have to wait until tonight, mister. I just showered, which felt more like I ran a damn marathon.”
A grin pulls at his mouth as he shuts the door behind him. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“You’re carrying a blindfold. Sex is a given.”
Letting out a chuckle, his eyes drift over my body before settling on my heavily pregnant belly, and just like always, a possessive look darkens his features in a way that still affects me after six years of marriage.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, pregnant,” he murmurs.
“Don’t try to distract me.” I go to the dressing room and put on a pair of ballet flats. They’re the only shoes I can walk in with my swollen feet.
“I’m not trying anything.” He moves closer before sliding his hand over the curve of my belly. “I’m just showing appreciation.”
A chuckle escapes me. My husband has only gotten more obsessed over the years.
“Time to put on the blindfold,” he says as he lifts the strip of silk to my face.
Giving him a scowl, I mutter, “Absolutely not. Mom’s coming over so we can work on the nursery.”
Lifting an eyebrow at me, he growls, “Laurie.”