Page 156 of The Crowned Garza

“Saint—”

He pinches my clit, and my hips thrust up off the bed. Before I can beg, he does it again, then begins massaging it. Deftly. Smoothly. Occasionally dipping down to lick and suck, driving me insane. My head thrashing against the pillows, my throat swelling with a scream each time he drives me dangerously close to the edge, only to yank me back.

He’s having all the fun down there, peering up at me from between my thighs, watching me lose it, giving mejustenough but never enough.

When I can’t take it anymore, I half-shout, half-whine, “Saint, you asshole! Make me fuckingcome!”

He doesn’t.

Instead, he stops, pulls off his boxers, hooks my legs in the crook of his arms, and without missing a beat, drives into me.

Hard, punctuating, penetrating. Buried to the hilt.

His name rips out of my throat in a strangled cry.

Sweet, sweet bliss.

“Home…” he whispers, strained and guttural. Face tight with pleasure, he gazes down at me. “Mia pace.Per sempre. Fucking beautiful.”

I don’t get a chance to blush because he starts moving, firm and smooth, building a rhythm, feeding my hungry walls, rutting me. Until my orgasm pummels me into oblivion, ripping a wail from my lungs. Toes tightly curled, my body convulses, stars bursting behind my lids.

“Look at her go,” Saint whispers.

His thrusts slow to long, gamut glides. Dancing with my orgasm that just keeps going and going, ripple after ripple, capitalizing on each slow, penetrating, to-the-hilt thrust. My greedy walls latching around him like a fist, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing—God!

“Oh my God, ohmygod, Saint.” I grip the sheets. “You gotta stop so I can...Oh ghhod, it’s too intense, slow down so I can...”

Pressing a kiss to my knee, he complies, slowing all the way down.

But as the intensity of my unending orgasm starts to fade, I regret asking him to stop. Seconds ago, it was too intense to bear, but now that nirvana is disappearing, I want it back.

“Okay?” Saint asks, dragging his teeth along my skin.

Dull spasms rippling through me, I nod. “I’m sorry, I just... I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. It was…a lot. It felt like I was being blinded and electrocuted all at once.”

Saint looks like he doesn’t know what to do with that. “Is that a bad thing, or...?”

With a sated sigh, I wipe the back of my hand across my sweaty forehead. “Don’t know yet.”

Now he looks amused, but he doesn’t say more.

He lowers my legs, leans forward, and lifts my hands above my head. And then he slams into me, eliciting a deep, lip-biting moan from me.

Dropping a kiss to my lips, he rests his forehead on mine, and as he relentlessly ruts into me, he whispers through ragged breaths, “You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to be inside...” Another quick kiss. “And the only woman I’ll ever be inside...” Another kiss. “I belong to you, Tillie Garza. All of me is yours.”

“And I’m yours,” I gasp on a deep-hitting thrust.

“Mean it?”

“With my entire being.”

“You trust me, don’t you,bellissima?”

I nod.

“Words. Let me hear them.”

“I trust you.”