Page 101 of Marry Me Not
I panted and worked him into me inch by inch by inch.
“That’s it,” he murmured, eyes glued to the spot where he disappeared inside me. “You take me so well, Nettle. Like you were made for me.”
It was that last part that made me sink all the way down.
He groaned, and his head fell back against the wooden wall panel.
Pain throbbed inside my core, but it was giving way to a feeling of fullness. The heat softened my muscles and made everything hazy at the edges. With my next breath, I moved my hips, grinding on him.
Cosimo’s palms dug into my thighs. “Good girl.” His rough voice brushed over my skin like silk. He assessed me with a lazy, hooded gaze. “Use my cock, Nettle. Break yourself in for me.”
The wave of arousal that hit me was so hard I had to gasp for breath. Sweat dripped down my back, down my chest, down my arms as I obeyed his command. My hips and thighs worked as I slid up and down on his massive length, the ache between my legs fading to a distant memory as a deep, coiling pleasure began to build in its place.
He reached for my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “I think you might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You gonna come on me, Nettle?”
I rode him harder. Faster. He began to thrust upward, hitting somewhere deep inside me. I arched my back and sank my nails into his massive shoulders as waves of pleasure began to hit.
“Oh God, oh my God,” I moaned. I was so close.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he muttered.
I cracked my eyes open a millimeter and met his gaze. There were no walls left there. Just pure want and adoration, and God, it made me feel powerful.
Just as the big wave rushed through me, he grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me. The orgasm swept over me, obliterating every thought, every lingering worry, everything except for the feel of his lips.
He teased and tasted me like I was his favorite dessert while I quivered around him. And then he grabbed my hips and finished off inside me in three brutal thrusts that made me scream his name.
I blacked out.Or at least, that was what it felt like, because one moment we were in the sauna, and the next we were in the room beside it with the showers and the cold plunge.
He held me steady with one arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me under the shower. I gasped when the cool water hit my skin. It felt incredible. I was still burning up. Beside me, Cosimo adjusted the knobs while water streamed over his body in rivulets.
My gaze dropped.
A few streaks of blood marred his groin, but the water was already washing them away.
Cosimo noticed me looking. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low.
I brushed his flat abdomen with my fingertips, then moved lower, trailing them over the length of his cock. He was half soft, but my touch made him twitch. “Yeah.”
He caught me by the wrist and brought my palm to his mouth. “Don’t. It’s done. You got what you wanted.”
What?
My gaze flew to his. He was trying so hard to hide it, but I could see the hint of vulnerability in his expression.
He thought all I’d wanted from him was to take my virginity.
How could a man as smart as him be so stupid?
I took him by surprise and shoved him against the shower wall. “You have no idea what I want.”
“You told me exactly what you wanted that night in my car.”
God, he was obsessed with that conversation. The one where he thought I’d told him all about my perfect man. A piece of fiction I’d created mostly to get a rise out of him.
The truth was that I’d barely even thought about the life I’d have after our marriage was done. What had sounded so enticing in the aftermath of me almost calling off our engagement had quickly lost its appeal.
Maybe I didn’t want freedom. Maybe I just wanted to be kept by the right man. And I was starting to think I was looking at him.
