Black Hearted (The Margarelli Brothers 1)

My gut said no, that he was telling me the truth. But my heart was afraid to believe.

I gasped as I felt Vincent hardening inside me again. I looked up at him, and the heat in his eyes took my breath away. The tenderness I saw there overwhelmed me, too.

“Again?”

He nodded, a faint smile touching his supple lips.

“Again.”

Chapter Seventeen

Vincent

She was perfect. Magnificent. A goddess.

I could not get enough of Francesca. My little Frankie. My little girl might be all grown up, but the unconquerable spirit behind those alluring eyes was the same.

She ruled over me, of that there was no doubt. I couldn’t even hide it. I didn’t even care anymore if she knew.

Francesca was my queen. Just like I’d always known. Only now, for the first time, she was allowing me to serve her.

I wanted to serve her for the rest of my life.

She wouldn’t demand my fealty. I knew that. She might not even want it. But it was done. I would never back away. I would never, ever let her go.

My body wouldn’t let me. My heart wouldn’t, either. And the truth was, my soul was drawn to her most of all.

I drove into her, needing to get as deep as I could. It wasn’t just about pleasure, although the pleasure was immense. I wanted to absorb her and be absorbed. I wanted to get as close as possible. I wanted to cease to exist as a single entity and become one with her.

Plus, it was just fucking hot.

My hips seemed to have a mind of their own. I wanted to make this last. I was too afraid that she would disappear once it was over. But I reminded myself that I was keeping her.

That I was staying the night.

That this wasn’t a one-time thing.

I could come and it wouldn’t be over. I could have her again. I could feel this intense passion again. In minutes, most likely, judging from my level of arousal. And she felt that way, too.

My body responded immediately. I groaned incoherently as I felt myself begin to climax. My balls felt like they were full of lead one moment and full of starlight the next.

My whole fucking body felt like I was on a rocket, shooting through outer space.

As I came for what felt like forever and a day, I realized that I’d forgotten something. Most likely, I’d done it on purpose. And I was glad.

It wasn’t the first time.

I’d forgone the condom again. I didn’t care. If felt like sacrilege to have anything between us, even a thin piece of rubber. I wanted to make a baby with her. I wanted to make a million babies with her.

Basically, I wanted to populate a small country with Francesca’s offspring. The thought was such a turn-on that I felt my orgasm start all over again.

Baby making with Francesca was vastly superior to simply getting off. Who knew?

I could see them all now. A tiny army of Frankies and ’Cescas. Not only would our children be gorgeous, brilliant, and full of verve, but we would have a hell of a lot of fun making them.

I braced myself on my forearms as the orgasm finally rolled to a stop. I had never felt so light in my life. It was as if all the burdens had fallen from my shoulders.

I felt like a new goddamn man.

Maybe I was.

I kissed her deeply, not wanting the contact to end. Not wanting to let go of her for an instant. Her nipples hardened against my chest. I hardened, too. Not that I ever seemed to get completely soft. Not even immediately after the two greatest orgasms of my life. Not around her.

“You’ve got to be joking,” she said, her eyes wide. I smiled and kissed her again before rolling to my side. I didn’t want to stop making love. But I didn’t want to hurt her, either.

“I can wait. Are you hungry?” I murmured, thinking that I just wanted to taste her.

She just stared at me, blinking. And then she kissed me. When she lifted her head, she pushed my shoulder so I was flat on my back.

“Food can wait,” she said before nibbling a trail down my body. Her long, silky hair slid over my skin. Her hands, her breasts, her mouth . . . they were all touching me at once, creating an overwhelming feast for my senses.

I was ready to explode long before her lips closed over the tip of my cock.

My head fell back, and I groaned at the gentle pressure as she started to kiss my cock, slowly and methodically exploring the tip with her tongue. My hands clenched in the pristine white sheets. I wanted to throw her on her back and drive into her, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.

She murmured encouragement as my hips started to move without conscious thought. Her wicked lips pulled me in further as her head began to bob up and down on my shaft. My hands tangled in her silky hair. I wanted to push her away, the pleasure was that intense.