Page 97 of Thorns of Desire

Her pretty green eyes opened, shimmering like emeralds as I thrust a finger inside her tight heat over and over again, her hips rocking into me.

I used my free hand to pull her pants and panties down her slim legs.

She kissed me frantically, feeding my hunger. Sliding my finger out, I pinched her clit and she whimpered, her hands coming up to my chest.

She hooked her fingers on the hem of my pajama pants greedily, pushing them down. In seconds, I was lining the tip of my cock up to her entrance, giving her nothing but the tip.

“Ahhh,” she gasped, squeezing tight. So fucking tight.

I pulled back, my muscles shaking with the need to be inside her. “Tell me about your dream.”

“Not now,” she whimpered. “I need you.”

This was just as torturous for me, but I had to stay strong. I needed to know what caused that haunted look in her eyes earlier. “Now,amorina. Or I might die before I get to fill your cunt.”

Her eyes met mine, the vulnerability in them gutting me alive.

“I was shoved into a box once,” she whispered. “I couldn’t see a thing. Just darkness. It was suffocating. I thought I was going to die.”

A small shudder ran through me and I stilled.Cazzo, she must have been so scared.

I cupped her face, trailing my mouth over her jaw, her cheeks, only to come back to her mouth.

“I’ll make sure every window stays open from now on,” I promised, my lips moving against hers. I ran my thumb across her jaw and she moaned. “Next time darkness comes, I’ll be there to protect you.”

The vow seared itself on my heart. Her soft eyes flicked to me, burning a small hole in my chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered, then tightened her grip on me. “Now give me what you promised. I need to see if you learned anything from my books.”

I smiled as I worked myself into her pussy with shallow thrusts. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as the strain of holding back built within me. I’d never fucked a pregnant woman before, and my worry for our child was stronger than my desire to fuck her hard.

When she rolled her hips for more, I slid out, only to slide back all the way home. I tried to go gently with her, to fuck her slowly, but her nails scraped across my back.

“Please, Manuel,” she begged, her voice whimpery. “Harder.”

That did me in. I flipped her over, bent her over the desk, and began rutting into her. Her fingers clutched at the edge of the desk, her moans and grunts filling the space.

“Fuck yes. Harder,paparino.”

Cazzo. The woman was breaking me.

“Am I hurting you?” I would have to talk to the doctor to find out the safest options.

“No, just don’t fucking stop.”

While I held her hips, she rocked back onto my dick, meeting me thrust for thrust. I smacked her ass as I moved in and out of her, palming her breast and rolling her nipple between my fingertips.

“Who is fucking you?”

My tip pulled almost all the way out, only to thrust back in. She whimpered, her head thrashing on my shoulder.

“Who is?” I repeated, my voice guttural.

She moaned. “You are, husband.”

I powered into her again. Shivers racked my body as I drove deep again and again, the bliss so intense. She dropped onto her hands and I bent over her back, grinding and thrusting, rutting into her like an animal.

“Good girl,” I grunted. “Sei perfetta.”