Soulless Devil (Sons of Valentino #3)(27)

Romeo lifts his head, tilting it to the side, his eyes searing right through mine. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite, and all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay. And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.” I don’t know if he will understand the meaning of my quote. But just how loud of a yes can I yell?

Yes, I’m sure. And, yes, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul.” Romeo quotes the words of Mr. Darcy right before he leans in and his lips fuse with mine. I feel like I’m floating, which is ridiculous, because I have a six-foot-something solid wall of muscle on top of me. My arms wrap around his neck, tugging him closer. Romeo runs his tongue along the seam of my lips. And the moment they part for him, his tongue delves in. “Mmm, so fucking perfect,” he says, pulling back slightly before his hand cups my chin and tilts my head. His tongue plunges inside my mouth again.

I get lost in him. I can’t believe I’m kissing Romeo Valentino. Technically, he’s kissing me, which is even better. My legs wrap around his waist, tightening and pulling him as close as I can. If I could embed myself into his skin right now, I would. His hand grips my left thigh before he lifts his body, creating a small space between us. His kiss deepens, and his words ring true. There is nothing gentle about it. It’s rough. Carnal. Pure lust and need.

His fingers trail up the inside of my thigh. My legs open wider, giving him easier access to where I really want those fingers to be. Romeo pushes my panties to the side, sliding his fingers between my wet folds. If it weren’t for his tongue jammed down my throat right now, I’d be screaming out in pleasure. His kiss swallows all of my sounds. My hips buck up towards him as his fingers circle around my hardened bud. And I swear I see stars. I’m seconds away from coming and he’s only just touched me. My hands tangle in his hair, tugging at the strands. I don’t know if I’m trying to pull him away or towards me at this point.

I’m lost to the pleasure his talented fingers are wringing from my body. How can he so effortlessly bring me to nothing but a wanton mess? Is this what sex is supposed to feel like? Because I’ve never felt like this before, and this isn’t even sex. This is a heavy make-out session. Romeo inserts one finger in my dripping center, curling it up and rubbing against a hidden spot I didn’t know existed.

“Oh, hell, Romeo, don’t stop,” I moan out as my hips buck up, pressing into his hand.

“Non lo farò mai.” Never going to, he says. And the next thing I know, my vision blurs as pleasure upon pleasure runs through my body like a wildfire. It’s like a never-ending orgasm. It just keeps coming—well, I just keep coming. When I finally return to earth, my body wrecked with aftershocks, Romeo is dragging my ruined panties down my legs. “So fucking pretty,” he says, looking directly at my exposed, bare pussy. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip. “Are you sure you want this, Liv? Because once we do this, you will be mine,” he asks.

I’m not sure if he’s giving me an out or just trying to be a gentleman. Whatever the case, at this point in time, I can’t think of anything I’d rather do. If he can pull that kind of pleasure from me with just his fingers, imagine what he could do with his cock.

I nod my head. “I’m sure. Make me yours, Romeo.”

“Just so we’re clear,” Romeo says, leaning over the bed and reaching for something on the floor. When he straightens up again, he’s ripping into a foil wrapper. “You were already mine, whether we did this or not.” My eyes stay transfixed on him. He’s pulled his black boxers down and is rolling the condom on his shaft. On his extremely huge fucking shaft. So huge that I’m suddenly having second thoughts. “Livvy, have you done this before?” he asks me.

“Yes.”

His face hardens. I don’t think he likes that answer; however, I’m not about to lie. “But that,” I say, pointing at his cock. “I don’t think that’s going to fit, and I know how stupid that sounds but have you seen yourself, Romeo? It’s huge.”

Romeo smirks and I wish I had a camera to capture his face in this moment. It’s carefree, proud, lustful, happy. All the emotions I’ve come to learn are a rare find with this man. “Thanks. But trust me, nothing is going to stop me from sinking into you.” He lines his tip up with my entrance. Leaning over my body, he enters me slowly, stretching me completely. I may not be a virgin, but my sexual experience is limited to one boy. And, well, there is nothing boyish about Romeo. Once he’s fully seated, he leans in and whispers in my ear, “I may not be your first, Livvy, but I’ll make sure I’m your last and you’ll never remember any who came before me.”

My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck, and I hold him close to me as he starts to move in and out of me. Gently. “Romeo, faster,” I tell him. He sits back, picking up my left leg and resting my ankle on his shoulder, and thrusts forward again. “Oh god!” My head falls to the side and my eyes close.

“Open your eyes. I want you to see who’s fucking you, Livvy. I want you to know that it’s me, and only me,” Romeo grunts as he increases his speed. I pry my eyes open and connect them with his. It’s so hard not to look away, not to hide from whatever huge connection is happening between the two of us. “Fuck, I knew you’d feel good but this is something else. Your pussy is fucking perfect. And mine.” His thrusts become more erratic, harder, faster.