Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I don't give him a chance to respond. I lean forward, my tongue trailing over the swollen head of his cock.
An animalistic groan tears from his throat.
He pulls on my hair to move me, creating the rhythm he needs as his dick disappears down my throat. It's rough and dirty, but behind it is an urgent desperation that's as heartbreaking as it is beautiful.
I work him over relentlessly, taking him deep enough to choke me, each stroke of my tongue a testament to my devotion.
This isn't his world—full of violence and bloodshed. This is our world—raw and honest and all-consuming.
I pull away when he's on the edge, his breathing erratic and eyes wide with lust. He looks at me like he's seeing me for the first time—wide-eyed and awestruck.
"You…" He chokes on his words, shuddering with hope, with fear, with the weight of the desire coursing through his veins. "You still love me, cara?"
I press my lips to his abdomen, feeling the way the muscles quiver and tremble. "More than life," I whisper against his heated skin. "I love you, Coda. Nothing you've done or could ever do will change that."
His eyes cloud over, emotion waging in their depths. Relief, longing…love so profound it steals my breath.
"I need to be inside you," he rasps, the rawness in his voice sending lava into my veins. He pulls me to my feet, his hands already roaming my body, every touch tinged with lustful possession and desperate adoration.
Our clothes fall in a pile at our feet before he pulls me toward the shower, stopping long enough to start the water.
In seconds, I'm back in his arms, his lips on mine. The world swirls away, lost to him and his touch. To his taste and his rough possession. God, I've missed him. Every hour without him was unbearable.
As steam fogs the bathroom, he drags me into the shower. I gasp, arching against him as my back lands against the cold tiles of the shower wall.
His lips trail a path of fire from my mouth all the way to my pussy as he explores me, worships me with every touch, every groan escaping his lips.
I writhe against the wall as he eats me, that wicked tongue striking against my clit again and again. He's ruthless in his quest to consume me, branding his ownership into every fiber of my being as if to reaffirm his claim on my soul.
When I'm on the edge, whimpering, he tears himself away. And then I feel him—hot and throbbing at my entrance. A groan escapes my lips as he pushes into me, burying himself deep in one delicious thrust.
"Fuck," he groans, his forehead against mine. "I missed this. The way you grip me. Your heat. I'll never get enough of this."
The connection is electrifying in its intensity as he drives into me. Every inch of him strokes against my inner walls, until there's only him and me and this raw desperation that connects us.
Then his control snaps as he pounds into me mercilessly. I claw his back, matching his rhythm. Shockwaves rip through both of us with every thrust, pulling cries of ecstasy from our lips.
Through it all, his gaze stays locked with mine, his eyes filled with an emotion so pure it takes my breath away. It's a look of utter devotion—of absolute surrender.
"Hai conquistato il mio cuore," he groans. "Ti amo più della mia stessa vita. Marry me, cara."
There's no hesitation, no question. My answer is immediate. "Yes."
He growls, his lips crashing down on mine in a kiss as untamed as it is fierce.
We shatter together, our cries echoing through the shower as waves of pleasure wash over us. He clings to me while I gasp for breath, holding onto him as if he's the only thing rooting me to reality. I think he might be.
In this world, perhaps the only salvation we have is what we find in each other's arms. Perhaps the only heaven we need is the one we build together.
It's enough. For me, it's enough.
I don't have to ask to know that he feels the same.
For us, this love is enough. It always will be.
Epilogue
Coda
Five Years Later
"More," Karina whimpers. Her lips are swollen, her eyes glassy from the waves of pleasure coursing through her perfect body.
I pull the vibrator from her, only to plunge it back in again, relishing the way she moans my name. Her hands flail helplessly on the sheets as she tries to deal with the overload of sensations.
"Look at me," I command, my voice a low growl.
Her lashes flutter, her gray eyes seeking mine—full of trust and love, dilated with desire. The sight is intoxicating.
No matter how many times I see her like this, she takes my breath every time. It's been five years, and I'm more enamored of her now than ever. I grow more obsessed every day. She's the center of my world, the mother of my children, the woman I've killed and bled for.