Page 107 of Liar

With great care, another digit is slipped into me and my body stretches to accommodate it. “Okay?”

I nod.

But soon, I’ve forgotten the intrusion and am instinctively tilting my hips in tempo with his tempered thrusts.

“That’s it. Milk my fingers. Let me feel this tight virgin pussy come all over them.”

My fists tighten around the sheets as his filthy words deliver me over the edge. I shatter in blissful, endless waves. On and on, losing all sense of space and time.

I fade off into a deep, satisfied sleep, with his fingers still buried inside me.

* * *

Iawake with a start and a curse. “Mierda. I fell asleep without—” I turn my head to find him watching me. “You’re still here.”

Ever so lightly, he runs a thumb across my bottom lip.

Not a big talker in the morning, but after last night, who needs words? Heat warms my cheeks as flashes of last night replay in graphic detail within my mind. His mouth on me. His fingers inside me. His tongue doing wicked things to the most private part of me.Foreplay.I feel a frown form.Not enough to officially consummate this marriage.

“You should be worried.” He snatches my hand forward and flattens it over his cock.

“Dios. You’re warm and ... hard.” Curious, I curve my fingers around his noticeable thickness, getting used to touching him so intimately as I explore his long, hard length. Up and down, first loosely then with a tighter grip. He swells beneath my ministrations, and butterflies flutter in my stomach. Sex with him is going to hurt—he’s likely to split me in two.

“Feel the power you have over me? I left this bed three times last night while you slept. Torn between leaving you and giving you such a fucking, you won’t walk for a week. It seems I can’t do either.”

“Then why are you naked in bed next to me?”

“Because I realized I lost the battle long before last night.” He leans in and nips my bottom lip before running his tongue over the tender flesh.

But which side won? Leaving me, or making me his?

He slides a hand between my thighs and without warning, dips two fingers inside me.

I tilt into him, less innocent now, more experienced in how easily he gets me off.

“This beautiful body is hungry for my fingers.” I shudder as he licks his way up my neck. “I’ve barely even touched you yet you’re soaking wet.” His tongue mirrors the thrust of his fingers, darting inside my ear and eliciting a tiny shiver of delight.

I never expected my eardrum to be an erogenous zone. I like it, and the possessive way he is with me—like every inch of me is his for the taking. Except, as much as I love this, I’m still, in fact, a virgin.

“Do it.”

“You’re tight for three fingers—”

“That’s not what I mean.” I squeeze his cock, then give him a pointed look.

He withdraws his hand.

I push him down into the mattress and climb on top of him, preventing him from escaping me. Raising up, I reach behind me and grasp hold of his hard cock, then position the fat, bulbous head at my entrance. “Maybe you don’t get to decide.”

He flexes his hips, and I gasp at the shock of his cock spearing my folds. “You think I don’t want you?”

My muscles clench. “A real marriage. Not in name only.” Dios, he’s an inch or so inside me yet I feel his presence. If I relax and allow gravity to take over—

Abruptly, he rolls up and tumbles me forward into his chest, stealing the gasp off my lips with a hungry kiss. His hands grasp my buttocks and hold me still as his mouth plunders mine. Taking control. Dominating me in such a masterful way I lose all control.

He breaks away and our eyes lock. “God help you, because I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Luciana.”

My pulse begins to race as I wiggle then dip my hips. Forcing him deeper and where I’m desperate for him to go.