Page 77 of Thorns of Blood

I grabbed her hand to keep it in place, and she pressed into my chest.

“What are you doing?” I murmured. “Do you want to kiss me…” Lia blushed, something I’d never seen her do, and it honest-to-god shocked me, but it was the most beautiful sight I had ever encountered. “Or are you contemplating how to kill me, Lia?”

Lia smiled, and just like all the other times, it stole my breath.

“I guess we can find out together,” she whispered, looking into my eyes, a blush coloring her face. I steeled my spine. “I need my husband right now. More than anything.”

I grabbed her by the nape and pulled her to me, her body pressing against mine, and I kissed her like she was my oxygen. She kissed me back with enthusiasm, moaning and grinding against me.

The louder her noises, the closer I was to coming like a teenager.

LIANA

He removed the towel from my body in one swift move, leaving me naked in front of him. My breasts tingled, my nipples hardening to painful buds and pulsing with need for his touch.

The lights bounced off the sparkling marble counter and a giant mirror reflected the two of us. Me completely naked and Giovanni fully dressed, his eyes flashing with obsession I didn’t know what to do with.

Everything about this man left me breathless, awakening the dormant woman in me. The one I tried to kill after surviving Santiago’s and Perez’s abuse.

Yet, whenever this man kissed me, my mind blanked and my body acted on instinct. It recognized the touch, drowning in the familiar masculine scent that was my adrenaline. My addiction.

“Does my wife need her husband’s cock?” he asked, his tone firm and collected but with an undercurrent of violence. I swallowed, nodding my response. “Words, Lia. I want your words.”

“Yes,” I said with a calm I didn’t feel. In fact, I was amazed my voice sounded so put together when my insides whipped like branches in the hurricane.

A smirk lifted the side of his lips and in the next breath his eyes darkened to the darkest forest.

Then he took my wrists in one hand. My heart pounded, hating anything resembling being bound, but I didn’t fight him. Trust had to start somewhere, somehow.

“Does this bother you?” he questioned, tightening his grip on my wrists just slightly. It didn’t hurt, but memories stunned me into silence. “Wildflower, I need your words. Your assurance.”

Tension drifted off Giovanni in waves as he waited for me, and it took me several heartbeats to find the words. “I don’t like being bound, but with you… I…” I inhaled a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “I trust you.”

My lips tingled, hungry for him to kiss me like he couldn’t get enough of me. Just as I couldn’t get enough of him. God, I never thought I would love being kissed again.

My thoughts scattered when he actually turned my head, taking my mouth for a kiss. Hard. Deep. Our tongues tangled, dancing together. My moans and his grunts.

Then he released my wrist, bringing his hand around my throat. Not to steal my breath away or hurt me, but to show me he’d never hurt me. That he was in control, but he’d never take advantage of me.

His other hand drifted down my body, over my hip, and disappeared between my throbbing thighs, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

His finger thrust inside me, and my eyes fluttered shut.

“Open your eyes,” he rasped, his hot breath against my ear. “Watch us. See how good we fit, wife. Watch you own me as much as I own you.”

I forced my eyes open, meeting our reflection, my naked body against his three-piece-suit somehow poetic.

He pulled out his finger then thrust a second finger in, stretching me, and I gasped, my skin flushing from the image in front of us.

He scissored his fingers inside me, and lightning pleasure flooded through my veins. My toes curled and my head fell back against his shoulder as I watched him own me. I had been to hell and tasted it, but this… this was my first taste of heaven, and I wanted to own it.

My heart hammered against my ribcage, matching the wild pace of Giovanni’s thrust into me. Every fiber of me was heightened with the intensity of emotions.

I couldn’t look away from the perfect storm he was creating, his thrusts making me reach higher and higher. He expertly teased my clit, his strokes sure, drawing deep moans from me.

“That’s it, Lia. Let me hear your pleasure.” His grunts against my ear were like an aphrodisiac. “Show me how much you want me.”

My thighs trembled and the orgasm hit me like a blinding light, the intensity of it sending tremors through me.