Page 238 of Valentino

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls as he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me back up to my knees. “I’m not finished.” He continues to slam into me, deep and strong, as his body feeds on mine.

Animalistic.

The guttural moan that his body makes is like a calling card to insanity. How could any woman have sex with this man and survive it without coming out utterly addicted?

Yesterday, I had all of my senses. This morning, I said goodbye.

But tonight, I’ve seen the dark side, damn it.

It’s so fucking good.

Pump.

“Oh yeah,” he moans. “Fuck yeah.”

Pump.

“Anna.”

Pump.

“So fucking good.”

I feel him swell inside of me with the jerk of his cock, he holds himself deep and comes hard as he cries out. “Anna.” He keeps jerking hard inside of me, his thunderous pumps reverberating through my system as he completely empties his body into mine.

We fall down to the mattress, he lies across my back as perspiration dusts our skin, we struggle for air, panting collectively.

“Don’t do that ever again,” he whispers.

I nod, too overwhelmed to form a word of reply. He cups my jaw and turns my head so that our faces meet and for the first time he sees my tears, his face falls. “I just….”

“I know.” I nod.

“Don’t block me out, don’t ever block me out,” he stammers. “I can’t handle it when you….”

“I know.” We kiss. “I won’t.” Our faces screw up against each other’s.

“Did I hurt you?” he murmurs.

“I’m okay.” And we cling to each other, both lost in regret.

“I’m sorry.”

“It was just too much, you know,” I murmur.

“I know.”

He holds me tight as we both battle demons, and in that moment I know for certain that we are sharing a collective consciousness.

Of wanting someone too much.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

An hour later.

“Anna,” Val calls, more urgent from the shower. “What are you doing?”

To be honest, I have no fucking idea.