She turned toward him. “I think you’re insatiable. I want you to tell me, Val. All of it. Stop stalling.”
“Then do what I tell you. You love sucking my cock. You always have. I loved teaching you. There’s something about your eyes looking up at me, Princess, and your perfect lips wrapped around me, stretched to the limit, your mouth working hard to take me down. I love watching that. Come here, baby.”
He slid off the bed and stood, feet planted wide, fist circling the base of his thick, needy cock. His balls hurt they were so tight. He’d always been big, but his dick felt like a monster, a steel rod, throbbing, the blood pounding through it with such urgency it felt like a fire raged. He’d gone that fast into a storm of need just at the idea of having her mouth on him.
It was this way every time. He wanted to be gentle. He wanted to be loving. She deserved both. He felt both emotions for her, deep inside. Then his body took over and he couldn’t think straight. He became some primitive caveman claiming his woman.
He never seemed to intimidate Emmanuelle the way he should have, not when it came to anything sexual. The fire only blazed hotter in her. She matched him flame for flame, desire for desire, in the bedroom. She made her own demands. If he made her wait, drawing out her pleasure, she allowed it and then turned the tables on him. Emme liked sex and was a willing partner, no matter what he wanted to try.
“You look very tempting, but you aren’t saying the things I want to hear. Tell me about the ropes on the shadows and I’ll make you very, very happy.”
“Woman, you’ll make me very, very happy no matter what.”
She laughed. “That’s true.”
She knelt at his feet, looking neither shy nor submissive. She looked powerful and sexy although a little battered with her black-and-purple breasts. She placed her hands on his thighs and leaned into him, her tongue licking at his balls, as if she might feast there. The way she did that, lapping with her tongue, stroking caresses, swirling them and then moving to the base of his cock, sliding her tongue right up his shaft to the underside of the broad crown where the sensitive vee was, nearly took the top of his head off.
Emmanuelle took her time, working his cock, getting him wet her way, teasing him, making him so hot for her he nearly took over, but then her mouth engulfed him, her lips stretching wide and he lost his ability to breathe for a minute. She was incredible.
He loved her. It was that simple. He fucking loved her. He had to give her something before he couldn’t think straight, and that was happening fast.
“The more the ropes go on, supposedly the more we’re tied together on a molecular level. I thought that was silly until I realized our nerve endings were tied together. There was the music in our bodies. Then I started experimenting, calling to you. Thinking about calling to you. I know you heard me a few times. You refused to answer, but you did tell me to shut the hell up very emphatically. Every time I saw you no matter how far away you were, if I could position my shadow near yours, I went after it.”
She lifted her head, his cock sliding out of her mouth. She glared at him. “You’re such a selfish bastard.”
He was. He fisted her hair and yanked her head back. “Open your mouth.”
She kept glaring. He caught her jaw in his other hand and applied pressure, pulling her head back even more by her hair. Still glaring, although there was a hint of laughter in her eyes, she opened her mouth, albeit slowly, making him very aware it was her choice. He pushed his cock deep. She closed her lips around his wide shaft and sucked hard, her tongue lashing him.
He nearly went up on his toes. His eyes wanted to roll back in his head. Hot flames licked down his spine. There was no way to think. To tell her anything. Not when her mouth was taking him to another world, where blood and death didn’t exist. Where he hadn’t been created to be a monster.
Emmanuelle made him feel like a man. A good man. She worshiped him. She worshiped him with her body. Her mouth. That mouth. No one controlled her. Not even him, as much as he wanted to think he could. Emme made her choices, and he was her choice. This was her choice. To love him. To give him a reason to survive in the middle of a world of blood and violence. A reason to keep going.
Val managed to open his eyes just enough to look down at her. On her knees willingly. Lips stretched around his cock. Willingly. Eyes looking up at him. So blue. Filled with love. For him. His gut twisted. His heart came apart. Went from his chest into hers. She took him deep. So deep. Eyes on him. Liquid. Struggling to breathe. Giving him that. Giving him her surrender so he could have paradise.
He could feel the rumbling through his body like a fucking volcano, a boiling in his balls, the roaring of hot blood rushing through his veins just like lava. “Emme.” He had to warn her. He’d already taken her three times, yet he knew he was going to blow again. He shouldn’t have been able to, but her mouth was driving him insane, creating an insatiable lust he couldn’t control.
Instead of pulling off him, she took him deep, the tunnel constricting the hard length of him. Unable to resist, he gripped her hair on either side of her head and let himself push deeper, watching her eyes. Thrusting. Feeling the euphoria. Letting it take him as he detonated. Letting her take him. Rockets went off. He held her there while she struggled to take every last drop for him.
She pulled back, and he let her go, his hands gentle, massaging her scalp. He could barely stand, his legs shaky. Only Emmanuelle could do that to him. Thankfully, the bed was one step behind him, and he could lean against it. She continued to kneel on the floor just looking up at him. His hand cupped the side of her face, his thumb sliding over her soft skin because he couldn’t resist.
“Everything about you is beautiful, Emmanuelle. Everything. I missed you so much. I especially missed how you make me feel.”
Her lashes swept down. “Great sex?”
His fingers traced her lips. She had the best mouth and she knew how to use it. She’d asked him to teach her how to give him a blow job, and they’d spent so many wonderful hours at the lake house practicing. She had taken their lessons very seriously and knew exactly how to please him in so many ways. She’d added a few little tricks of her own here and there.
“I do love the sex, but no, I didn’t mean that,” Val said. “You make me feel as if I’m a human being. A good man. You make me remember how to laugh. How to feel emotion. Real emotion. I like to just look at you. Sometimes, when you’re asleep, I stay awake and watch you breathe. When you’re away from me, I want a camera on you so I can see you’re still there and I know you’re alive and well. Breathing.”
He wasn’t explaining very well. He could see the confusion in her little frown.
“Val, you are a good man. You don’t need me to know that.”
He shook his head. “You saw what I did to Parisi. I didn’t feel a fucking thing. He was a traitor to my family. He was my father’s best friend. Did you know that? Best man at his wedding. Sat at our table for dinners. We sat at his. He was my father’s advisor. He was the one who told the assassins how to find the safe rooms in the house to get in. How to use the passageways. Miceli didn’t know. Parisi did. He led the killers straight to my father. A good man cannot do what I did and feel nothing, Emmanuelle.”
His thumb continued to slide back and forth across her lips. His woman. Soft as hell, even inside she was soft, yet she wasn’t. Her body was firm. Fit. The body of a warrior. Muscles ran under all that soft skin. She’d admitted she was an assassin. She killed. She had trained from the time she was a child. She didn’t have a killer’s eyes, not the way Stefano or her other brothers did.