I’m almost fainting again now, gripping the balcony railing for dear life, watching a fantasic sun creep up over the mountains and paint the sky in red and blue and purple stripes.
It’s an otherworldly backdrop to having my soul hammered out of me by a shameless god.
“Callie, fuck,” he rasps, each time rougher than the last.
His hips crash into mine and his cock jabs deep.
His grip on my nipples intensifies.
A hot moan spills out of me that tells me it won’t be long.
Definitely not long when his strokes come this fast, this greedy...
Roland’s balls smack my clit each time he thrusts to the hilt, taking his pleasure and taking me apart.
Oh. My. God.
We might have all the privacy in the world in this lovely apartment that once belonged to a Duke. But I still wonder if it’s enough, if any other rooms are occupied this morning, if there’s anyone else on their balconies.
If so, they’ll definitely hear the way my body responds to my husband.
And I react with fireworks a second later when he rips me off the railing, whirls me around, and throws me on the large burgundy chaise. He pushes into me again with a groan and a sweetness that burns me down.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers, pushing molten words into my ear. “I love you, but woman, you’d better.”
Inwardly, I’m smiling, even though my lips won’t let me. They’re pulled into an O of pure pleasure as his cock drives on.
You’d better fucking come for me, he means, translated again from his cave-speak.
For a man worth billions with a brain bigger than Alaska, he reverts back to a barely coherent beast when the clothes come off, and God, do I love it.
And God, do I obey when his hands grip my ass, pushing my face into the chaise pillow, ravaging me so hard I’m scared we’ll break this freaking chair.
Something definitely breaks inside me as my first O of the day arrives like a shrieking meteor.
There’s a breathless second where the entire world peels back, sliced open by Roland Osprey, leaving nothing but this beautiful calm before the storm, before I’m—
Coming!
Eyes shut. Breath gone. Every muscle twitching.
Heart so full I could cry.
White-hot haze descends, rendering me blind, and when it finally clears, it’s always as incredible as the ecstasy ripping through me.
Because I see the man I’ve given my life to.
Because I adore the undone, messy shine in his own eyes when they finally open, his teeth still bared, and he drinks me in.
I could tell him how much I love him for what must be the thousandth time since this trip started.
But I answer with a good morning kiss instead, and a loud moan when his teeth pull at my lip.
It’s not just the start of another morning in paradise.
It’s the start of our new lives, I realize, and paradise is hardly confined to Milan.
“Ready for coffee?” he whispers, pushing his forehead against mine, showering me with the heat of his breath.
“Almost. You know I have to build up to watching how you take yours.”
He chuckles, and I think Roland laughing will always be my favorite sound.
“I think I could learn to reduce my sugar by a few heaping spoonfuls. You’re pure candy, Mrs. Osprey, and I’m thoroughly addicted,” he says, claiming my lips for another slow kiss that makes me feel like I truly could be the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
If that isn’t the highest compliment he could ever give me...what is?
When I open my eyes and he offers a hand to lead me to the small espresso bar in the room, I’m grinning like mad.
This is the man my heart chose, and I’ll always be a little awestruck.
He will shake me.
He will possess me.
And as long as I breathe, as long as our love restores him, this undamaged grump of my dreams will keep me for life.
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