My nails sliced into his back through his shirt as my pussy walls clamped around him so hard he made a growling sound deep in his chest. I liked that—a lot, actually. Oddly enough, that was what Ryan called Nova in English…
Except he only ever used that—or any endearment, really—with her. Jealousy began to eat at me, and I angrily pushed at Torin’s chest. Rolling us, he landed on his back, and I sat up. He grasped my hips in his hands when I would have climbed off.
“Where do you think you are going, mo chroí?”
“How often do you use that endearment?” I gritted out, glaring down at him. His brow knitted in confusion. “That first night on the balconies, you said you use endearments with everyone. I want to know who else you call your heart, Torin Kennedy.”
His forehead instantly smoothed out, and he had the audacity to smile. “Are you jealous, my beauty?”
“Yes,” I seethed. “And while we’re at it, who else do you call ‘my beauty’? I want names.”
His laugh was so deep it vibrated through my entire body, making me clench around him involuntarily. “It’s a very short list.”
“I still want to know everyone on it.”
Gently cupping the back of my head, he pulled me down until our lips were almost touching. “Ciana Donati,” he breathed against my mouth.
“Don’t make fun of me,” I slapped at his chest, trying to put some distance between us. “Who else?”
“That’s all,” he said, turning serious when he realized just how upset I was. “You and only you. I swear it. That night, when I said I use endearments with everyone, I lied. You seemed upset with me for using them, and I didn’t want to make things worse, so I fibbed.”
All the jealousy and anger drained out of me at his confession. “Really?”
“I don’t toss around words I don’t mean, mo chroí.” He stroked my hair back from my face. “There has only ever been one woman to own my heart, and that is you.”
I melted into him, but I wasn’t completely satisfied yet. “What about one of your mistresses? You never claimed to love one of them just to get what you wanted?”
His snort was derisive. “I’m not the type of man who has to lie to get what I want. Before you, love was like a dirty word to me. If the woman warming my bed so much as hinted that she loved me, our agreement ended.” He trailed his fingers down my neck before settling directly over my wildly beating heart. “Then I saw you, and love didn’t seem like such a forbidden word any longer. You opened my heart, Ciana. It belongs to you just as surely as I do.”
“Torin—”
“No.” He stopped me with a firm shake of his head. “Call me your sun again. Only that from now on.”
I shifted on top of him, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. “I love you, moye solntse.”
His shaft thickened even more, causing me to moan. “I love you, mo chroí. So fucking much.”
There was something in his voice when he said it that pulled at my heart. A hint of desperation, perhaps, that made me want to pull him close and shield him from the world. It made me think that I was the only one lucky enough to see this vulnerable side of him, and I couldn’t help loving him more.