CHAPTER 72
ALEXIA GREEN.
The Arabic perfume worked a little too well.
“Christian?”
“One more round, Tesoro. Just one”, his gravelly voice assaults my ear before his hand wraps around my middle turning me around face down on the pillow and he slams into me again.
I moan into the pillow.
I arch my back.
The feel of him stretching me over and over keels me over and sweeps air out of my lungs.
“That’s my princess. Taking me in so well like she fucking owns me because you do, Tesoro. You own all of me.”
Jesus sweet Christ.
I clench around his length as hives break down on my skin when his huge hand lands on my back making sure I’m bent over for his devouring.
Every torturous time he pulls out after making my body release a shattering orgasm I didn’t think I would have after the fourth time in a row, he slams back hitting that spot again and I’m one beyond satisfied woman.
He slaps my ass.
His back touches mine.
Then once again he buries himself in the crook of my neck inhaling that perfume that has become like meth fueling his blood.
“I want to stitch you to my skin, Tesoro. Can’t do that even if your cunt is begging me to because it would hurt you. But I really want you to myself.”
“Mmmhmm…yes…please…”
I want to be stitched to you too forever if everyday is going to be like this.
His hands sneak beneath me while I’m bent over for every devilish thought he has in mind tonight.
It takes a minute for my nipples to feel him.
It takes a second to feel his hands gripping my breasts, taunting my sensitive buds, cording another wave of pleasure up
my spine and all the way to my throat as I mumble something sheepish.
He grows big inside me and I know very well what happens next.
What has happened at least three times in the night.
Ropes and ropes of his come fill my womb, the erotic sound of my core as he pulls out steals all the air from me.
He rides through his orgasm as my eyes dim, as sleep wraps its warm hands around my neck.
***
“I knew you were special the minute I laid eyes on you.”
“My little firecracker.”
Kiss.
“My obstinate little nurse.”
Kiss.
“You are branded so deep inside me, only thing left for me to do is tattoo your name on my fucking chest. That’s how much I want you to know I’m trying best to do what guys do when they are in love.”
Kiss.
“I suppose I’ll have to do normal couple stuff with you? I can deal with dates, picnics, sex every day, all night of course but for fuck’s sake I’ll not be singing, Tesoro.”
Kiss.
His rough voice sounds in my ear like a twisted symphony. My heart strums with a melody that makes my skin tingle from euphoria and happiness.
I try to move but his hands have me caged and my legs…
I open my eyes, splashing water around us.
“Christian?”
I feel his chest warm my back as I stare in front of us.
Our legs are in the water. Well, his impossibly huge legs mesh with mine in the water as bubbles fizz here and there inside the bathroom tub we are in.
Sweeping my hair from my shoulder, his lips touch my skin and I sink back to his chest like a purring cat.
“You passed out”, he says softly.
Embarrassment coats me.
“I did? I felt sleepy, I think and I-.”
“Passed out because your fifth orgasm took your breath away?”
“Don’t act so smug, you monster. You didn’t even let me take breaks before you went at it for hours.”
“Your cunt is addicting like that, sunshine. I might want you for dinner, breakfast, lunch, brunch, whatever is available for me.”
I blush and I hold on to his tattooed arms tracing the burns on his left arm.
He doesn’t push me out of the tub or away from him when I do so.
Guilt eats me and I ask, “Did it hurt a lot?”
“Not as much as it fucking hurt knowing you were with Rhett.”
“I’m sorry”, I kiss his arm. “I’m sorry for Juana too. I know you loved her like a mother and I know it’s all my-.”
“That was the past, sunshine. No use dwelling in it. We gotta accept it happened and move on. And none of it was your fault, you hear me? It was Rhett’s and he’s probably rotting in a shallow grave right now.”
“Okay.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“You want to know my favorite color?”
“Normal boyfriends know that, don’t they?”
I chuckle, turning around to look at him only for him to give me his usual scowls.
God, he’s so handsome.
Even with some of the burns creeping on his neck and covering a small inch of his jaw, this man is so…so handsome.
“Boyfriend?”
“You are mine. I am yours. Boyfriend.”
The intensity in which he says those words.
The warmth in those brown eyes.
I move away from his chest as carefully as I can and turn around to sit on his lap in the water.
I’m well aware he’s naked and so am I but after hours of being flipped around on the bed, shyness might as well as flown out the window.
“You want to be boyfriend and girlfriend?”
His hands cage me in, pulling me towards him.
“I’ve never given a shit about labels but I know it matters to you so yes, I want to be girlfriend and boyfriend. Scratch that, I’m already calling dibs on your ring finger. Only I get to put a ring on your finger, you understand little nurse?”
“Does the same rule apply to you too?”
“I’m all yours. Baby. I can show you I’m yours right here right now.”
“No”, I giggle, my hands slapping his chest.
“I’m sore.”
“My fault. I should have taken it easy.”
“You know I don’t like easy. I like you rough and my favorite color is blue just so you know.”
“Blue like your eyes?”
“Nope. Blue like life. I associate blue with life, blue in the sea, blue in the skies.”
He grins, my stomach topples over.
“You want to know what my favorite color is?”
I chuckle.
“Yes, mafia don. What is your favorite color?”
“Well, I liked black. Black means nothing, black means sin, black is frowned upon but now I think my favorite color is blue too.”
“You’re such a copycat.”
“Only for you, baby. Only for you.”
His touch is callous. He’s a beast of a man, the tattoos only add more to that element but more than that, with me he’s completely different. A big softie. My big teddy bear.
“Me next, what’s your favorite food?”
I ask. He stops to think for a minute before his eyes turn to me, all dark and cynical.
“Apart from you? Nothing.”
“I’m being serious, Christian.”
“I’m not smiling either, baby. What’s your favorite food?”
“I am not a picky eater, I eat almost everything as you’ve come to notice since I started living with you but in my mom’s home, Tabby used to prepare this pasta dish with truffles and it was amazing. I think that’s my favorite food at the moment.”
His jaw ripples when I talk about my mother.
I know he shot her.
I know he didn’t kill her for me either.
“We’ll get pasta tomorrow with truffles. Is that good for the baby? Shit, I almost forgot to ask if tonight was good for the baby? Does anywhere hurt?”
His hand glides towards my hard tummy and my skin tingles, I almost want to sob at how caring he is when he hasn’t met our baby yet.
“I’m not hurt. I think the baby is fine.”
“You think she can hear me?”
“I don’t think so.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t speak to her though. Hi, princess, it’s Daddy here and you are the luckiest baby girl because you get to have a gorgeous breathtaking mom and an awesome dad too. Not gonna lie, I wanna see your mom swell up with you in the next coming months. She’ll be the prettiest pregnant woman to dawn the streets of Sicily, won’t she?”
“I was fat as a whale when I was pregnant with Millie.”
“And Millie turned out to be a cute kid. Babygirl over here will be like Millie.”
“You want a girl?”
“I’ll take a mini you any day. Plus, Millie likes me. I’m good with girls.”
“I want a boy.”
“Yeah? A boy to steal you away from me?”
“No one is stealing me away from you. Not ever.”
And that ‘not ever’ makes my heart jump as if warning me that something tragic is about to happen. I don’t pay heed to that feeling though.
I’ve been in misery for so long that the thought of being happy scares me. the universe scares me but not today. Not after being with this man. No, nothing will happen.
I lean and take his lips.
The kiss is soft and intimate and travels all the way to my toes.
When I pull away resting my forehead on his, I’m almost afraid to say the next words but there’s no moving forward unless we handle this.
“I’ve got to see my mom, Christian. I know you’ll hate it but she’s still my family and I love her.”
He grunts.
He releases a strangled breath.
“Will that make you happy?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, then we’ll visit the mother-in-law tomorrow.”