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I squeeze her wrists, make her wince slightly, and cover her body with mine. I lick her neck, nip at her throat. Kiss her so hard I steal her breath. I move my mouth down to her glorious breasts and suck one nipple and then the other. I’ve never known a woman with such sensitive nipples, and they pebble against my tongue. She cries my name as I bite her flesh, not even hard enough to break the skin, just skimming the line she likes—the line between pleasure and pain.

I follow the same trail her hands had taken, kissing her belly, slowly and sweetly making my way to the dark triangle between her legs. She moans as I finally let go of her wrists and hoist her calves over my shoulders. I kneel before her, worshipping her with my fingers and my tongue, licking and probing and sucking her clit until she is shaking—right on the precipice again. I wait until that split second when I can tell she’s about to come and pull away.

She lets out a yelp of disappointment and tries to use her legs to bring me back. She’s strong, this woman of mine, but not that strong. I spin her over, so she’s lying front first on the desk, her hair splayed in a black cloud, her skin slick with sweat. “So fucking beautiful …” I murmur, stroking her round ass, exploring its curves and valleys. I slide two fingers inside her pussy, bury them deep, guided by her moans and her tremors as I find the sensitive spots I now know so well. She pushes back against me, looking for more. “Please, Luca,” she whines. “Please let me come …”

I play with her some more, but before she can fall over the edge, I pull my fingers out. Lick them clean. “God, you taste good, cuore mio. I could eat you alive.”

She trembles, and I sense the delicious fear that runs through her. It is intoxicating, and we both know it is also true. I could.

I slap her ass once, hard, and then drag my own clothes off. She’s barely capable of speech by now, made entirely of need, reduced to rubble by her want. I slide my cock inside her perfect cunt and growl at how tight and wet she is. Like she was made for me.

I grab a handful of her hair, twist it into my fist, and pull her head up slightly as I slam in and out of her. She squeals with the ferocity of it, her palms flat on the surface of the desk, her feet leaving the earth with every thrust. Still, I know she wants more. I know she wants harder.

“Tell me, bella. Tell me.”

Her hands grip the edge of the desk in front of her, and she groans. “You know what I need Luca … please …”

I do know what she needs. I know exactly how she’s feeling, what level she’s at. When to go hard and when to slow down. I use my fingers on her, stroking her swollen clit as I fuck her, torturing the slippery bud with my touch. So close, over and over again, until I have her exactly where I want her—desperate, in tears, screaming in frustration.

Her heart is beating so fast, it’s a frenetic boom in my ears, each touch of her skin against mine so hot, it almost burns. I lick the sweat from her shoulder blades, the tang of salt sharp on my tongue. I stop, start, stop, start … she clings to the desk, her ass bucking and writhing beneath me, exhausted and exhilarated from being on the very edge of orgasm for so long now. I pull my cock and my fingers away from her. “I could keep you like this all day, poor baby … always near, never there …”

She lets out a strangled sob, and I almost feel sorry for her. This is what she gets when she plays games with me. I flip her over so she’s on her back, her legs weak, her whole body floppy and drained. Our eyes meet, and I smile. Her lips are quivering, and tears have left trails on her cheeks. She glares at me, fire and fury. I know right then that there will be payback, and I look forward to it with all my being.

I push her legs apart, spreading her folds open. Pink, shining, coated in her juices. My fangs are out, and her heart booms even faster. We’ve been here before, and it is one of my favorite places—between her thighs. I lower my head, lick the soft pale flesh, all the while stroking her clit in the rhythm that drives her wild. Her whole body is shaking, spasming, and she calls my name as I strike, burying my teeth into her and glorying in the slick flow of blood against my tongue. I work her, finally let her come. I slide three fingers deep inside her, so I can feel her clench and clamp around me, her pussy walls contracting as the orgasm tears through her. I swear I feel it in her blood. It tastes of euphoria, of ecstasy, of pure pleasure searing through her body. It tastes of … smoke?

I wait until the final rumbles of her climax fully fade, her blood singing to me, fueling me, filling me. I force myself to stop, to not take too much, and seal the wound. I look up at her. She’s watching me, her eyes wide, her mouth a shocked “oh.”

“I think I might have set a few things on fire,” she says, grimacing. “And also, your eyes just went silver again. Want me to suck your cock?”

I stand, shake my head. I need to come too, but it can wait. I glance around the room, seeing that she’s right. Trails of flame are flickering on the floor. Nothing major, not a full-on fireball, but real. I stamp them out, the lick of the blaze reminding me that fire is bad. Fire can kill me. What the fuck?

I go back to her and see she is distressed. I pick her up, carry her through to my bed, and hold her in my arms. Her amulet, complete with the new chain I got her, is shining silver again. “What’s happening to us, Luca?” she asks, her voice low and quiet. She’s anxious, and I hate that. I have no answers that will soothe her, and for now all I can do is keep her safe, keep her warm, reassure her.

“I don’t know, vita mia. But I do know that I love you. That we will face this together, whatever it is.”

I kiss the top of her head, clasp her to my chest. Her breath whispers against my skin, and my love for her is so overwhelming I’m momentarily shocked. I want to wrap her in my body, protect her, never let her experience a single second of pain or fear or worry. She is everything, and without her I am nothing.

“But I can’t keep setting things on fire,” she continues, looking up at me with her big cat eyes. “It’s dangerous. It’s one of the things that could kill you, and if I killed you … well, I wouldn’t survive that, Luca. I just wouldn’t.”

“Rest, piccola. Sleep. Don’t worry, I’m very hard to kill.”

She smirks a little, and my heart soars to see it. It means some of that fear is subsiding. “I reckon I could take you.”

Her hands are starting to wander, stroking my tattoo, sliding down my belly. Making me gasp as she wraps her fist around my now-hard shaft. “In fact, I’d like to take you right now …”

She slides down the bed, her head disappearing beneath the sheets, and does exactly that.

Chapter 9

Rosa

“It’s lucky you have clothes in my size in your room,” I say, grabbing a plain black top from the closet. It’s nice, a simple button-down, the kind I’d get for myself.

“It’s not luck,” he replies from the bed, where we’ve been resting a while. He’s propped up against the wall, looking luscious, his silver dragon wings curled around his shoulders and onto that magnificent chest. Sigh. “I bought them. It seemed the sensible option, as I don’t plan to stop ripping your clothes off anytime soon, Rosa.”

I tilt my head to one side, trying to imagine this huge man in the women’s clothing department of a store. No. It does not compute. “You order them online?”

He grins, a flash of white teeth, a hint of fang. I wonder if I’m getting dressed too soon. “Nah, I sent Matteo shopping. He fucking hated it.”