Page 37 of Merciless King
I stare into eyes that show so much. They look at me, and I feel seen. “Not here.”
It takes him a moment, but then he nods. He rises and scoops me up like he did before and carries me to the bedroom. I’ll feel guilty about it later, but right now, I’m powerless to resist him. He’s a romance hero come to life, treating me like I’m his most precious treasure.
His eyes are on me, intense, reverent as he undresses me. He lays me on the bed, rising over me, his hands caressing me gently, coaxingly, slowly building the burn.
“So many times I’ve dreamed of this,” he says as his lips trail along my neck. “You’ve haunted my dreams.”
“Haunt?” The word comes out on a gasp as his tongue flicks over my nipple.
“I tried to forget, but you’re always a dream away.”
I imagine that Gabriel isn’t giving me another thought on his trip. And here Elio is, telling me that I still appear in his dreams after all this time. I can’t make sense of it. Why didn’t he come find me? But the questions disappear as his fingers slide over my clit and his lips tug on my nipple, working me up and up until I come apart.
“You’re so beautiful when you come.” He brings his fingers to his lips, sucking my essence off them. “Mmm… I want more.”
Elio had been a generous lover back when we were younger, but we were both new to sex. He’s had more experience, I can tell. So, while I might have haunted his dreams, he wasn’t celibate. I’m envious of those women he’s honed these skills on.
He moves down my body, lips and hands brushing over my skin, making me come alive again. “Open for me, Piper.”
I do as he asks, and he settles between my thighs.
“Such a wet pussy,” he murmurs. He kisses my inner thigh, and I writhe with need and anticipation.
“Don’t tease me.”
“I wouldn’t think of it.” His mouth consumes me until my pussy is on fire.
“Elio!” A second orgasm blasts through me, more powerful than the one before. He doesn’t stop, though, and soon, another one steals my breath.
My pussy is quivering as he moves up my body. He sits back on his heels, gripping my hips and tugging me to him, driving into me.
“Oh, God.” My fingers clutch at the sheets as he moves in and out, forcefully, deeply.
“Yes… oh, fuck… so good… so good.”
I watch him, his jaw gritted, his head tilted back as he reaches for the apex. It’s so sexy that immediately, I’m on the edge again.
“Elio… oh…” My body tenses and then floods with pleasure again.
“Yes!” He lets out a feral growl, followed by his release. Our bodies move together in a synchronicity I haven’t felt since… well, since he and I were together before.
He collapses on me, rolling to his side, tugging me close. I push away the guilt and regret that try to infringe. I nestle next to him.
“Buying that restaurant was the best thing I’ve done,” he says, kissing my temple. “I suppose deep down, I always hoped you’d return to it, and tonight, you did.”
My heart fills with emotion at how romantic he is. So, what happened eight years ago?
“This has been the best night I’ve had in a long time. Seeing you, spending time with your daughter. She’s a delight, Piper.”
“I think so.”
“She told me your husband isn’t her father.”
I tense.
“She thinks her real father is dead.”
I swallow, wondering what he’s asking. What he might have figured out.