Page 273 of Breaking Rosalind
The truth in the words escaping my lips hits like a wrecking ball, making the room echo with a gasp. I never thought I’d hear myself baring my heart so openly to a man.
His eyes widen, and he quickens his strokes. “Tell me more.”
“Cesare, I love… I love…” My breath hitches. I’ve only said those words to one man, who I thought I loved with all my heart. It’s only fitting to say them to the man who filled his chest with bullets. “I love you.”
He pauses, his eyes widening.
“Say it again.”
“Please. Don’t stop.”
His fingers continue teasing my g-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. It’s so intense that the reverberations ripple through my body like a tsunami, making me writhe and shudder at his touch.
Waves of awareness crash over my senses as it sinks in that I just confessed my love. Before I can react, he presses harder, driving me further into oblivion.
I gasp through a whirlwind of raw emotions and sensations, my thoughts scattering across an imaginary current. Pleasure swims across every nerve ending, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, making me see a sea of sparkling stars.
“Say it again.” His voice slices through my haze.
“I love you.”
His fingers slide out of my pussy, and I cry out at the loss. Heartbeats later, he moves further up my body, so we’re lying chest to chest with my ankles now resting on his hamstrings.
“I love the way your cock fills my pussy?” I say, my voice breathy yet still filled with hope.
“Fuck, Rosalind. Do you know how sexy it is to know the woman begging for my cock can kill me in a dozen painful ways?” he says with a groan.
“Fuck me now or I’ll choke you with this pajama top.”
He enters me with a hard thrust that jerks my entire body against the headboard. Intense pleasure ignites in my pleasure centers as his thick cock stretches my inner walls.
“You’re perfect. Don’t ever change,” he says.
His bulbous crown brushes over that spot again, detonating explosions of ecstasy. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tighten the muscles of my pussy around his shaft, making us both groan.
“Open your eyes, pet, or I’ll stop,” he growls.
“Wait.” My body still trembles through the shocks of my last orgasm. “Give me a minute.”
He remains deep inside my pussy, his lips crashing down on mine. Our tongues intertwine, communicating the depth of our shared feelings with a kiss. I want this man to consume what’s left of my heart and make it his own. To claim every inch of my mind, body, and soul.
Cesare has a fiery passion that’s melted through my icy barriers. He burns the pain of my past and turns my doubts into dust. Like the phoenix, he’s rebuilt me from the ashes into a woman ready to embrace romantic love.
“Move,” I murmur against his lips. “Please.”
Pulling back, he grasps my hips and pounds into me, driving that thick cock inside me again and again with forceful thrusts. The room fills with our combined moans and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh as he fucks me with no mercy or restraint. It’s as though he’s releasing an entire torrent of passion.
I buck against him, my pussy clamping and spasming around his thick shaft. Ecstasy radiates through my entire being as he continues his brutal assault, each delicious stroke leaving me breathless and craving more.
The bed creaks against our movements, and the room fills with the heady scent of lust. I curl my fingers into fists, resisting the urge to break through my restraints.
“Harder,” I manage to choke out. “Please, don’t stop.”
“What else do you love about me?” he says, his voice breathy with exertion.
My mind short-circuits for a heartbeat before everything spills out. “You’re complicated, strong, edgy, unpredictable, kind. I love the way you can touch me without even laying a finger. Most of all… I love the multiple orgasms.”
“Then I’d better not disappoint.”