Becoming Mrs DeLuca novel Chapter 35

VALENTINA

Fuck” The word tore from him, raw, as though he’d just lost a fight with himself.

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He closed the distance between us in long, purposeful strides. His hand slid to the back of my head, threading his fingers into my hair as he pressed me back against the cold window. His eyes burned into mine, “You want my mouth?”

The hunger in his gaze and his voice scorched through me, stealing the air from my lungs.

My throat went dry. “Yes.”

He bent and crashed his lips against mine, hard and unyielding. His mouth, his tongue- everything about the kiss demanded my surrender. And I gave it, letting him devour me, letting the world fall away until nothing existed but his heat, his control, his need.

When he finally tore his mouth from mine, his breath was ragged, and his forehead was nearly brushing mine. “Like this?” he asked.

I was too dazed to process his words. The only thing I registered was the way his mouth curved into a slow, dominant smile.

“Do you want my mouth like this…” His lips brushed mine again, teasing, “…or somewhere else?”

A shaky breath left me. “Somewhere else.”

His eyes darkened, his voice rough as gravel. “On your pussy?” He didn’t give me the chance to reply. His mouth claimed mine again, hot and demanding, swallowing whatever sound I tried to make. Maybe the fight had stripped away his usual restraint, maybe his walls had slipped- but I didn’t care. Hearing Adrian say that word, in that tone, was pure sin.

In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground, carrying me as if I weighed nothing. He laid me down on the bed with surprising care, then followed me down, covering my body with his, heavy and solid, and pressing me into the mattress.

His kisses deepened and became urgent and relentless, until his hands slid down to tug my panties away. A moment later, my nightgown was gone too, leaving me bare under his hungry gaze. He sat back just enough to look at me. The outline of his arousal strained against his pajama bottoms, and the hard lines of muscle shifted under his skin as he breathed.

My eyes followed the trail of dark hair that dipped into his waistband, and an almost unreasonable ache bloomed inside me… the kind that made me want to trace it with my tongue. I’d admired boys before, in a distant, curious sort of way. But this… this was different. My body’s reaction to Adrian wasn’t polite curiosity. It was raw need, electrifying and consuming.

“You’re so fucking lovely,” he groaned. He lowered himself again, surrounding me with heat, with his woody, masculine and overpowering scent. It filled me like a drug, dizzying and addictive.

His mouth returned to mine, kissing me hard before traveling lower, leaving a trail of fire down my body. My

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breath caught when his lips closed around my nipple, the hot suction pulling a gasp straight out of me. My hand shot up to clutch the back of his head.

“Yes,” I cried out

He looked up, locking his eyes on mine as he sucked harder, his mouth scorching and his tongue relentless. The heat of his gaze and the heat of his mouth fused into one unbearable, exquisite sensation.

I felt the shockwave between my legs and clenched.

“I should have done this last night.”

God, he should have. This felt amazing. He lowered himself between my legs, and I opened them for his strong body without hesitation, loving the feel of his powerful, warm body on top of me. He cupped both of my breasts with his big hands, squeezed lightly, never taking his eyes off me- nor did I take mine off him. The sight of this man touching me turned me on.

Kneading my breasts gently, he lavished my nipples with attention, kisses, licks, and sucks until I was panting. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around him and pushed my center against his stomach, needing friction. My wetness coated the firm muscles and caused Adrian to groan low in his throat. His eyes flashed with triumph and hunger. His mouth worked my breasts with even more fervor until I was close to losing my mind with need for release. I kept rubbing myself against his abs almost desperately, but it wasn’t enough- not nearly enough. I needed more, but wasn’t sure how to say it.

I made a small impatient sound in the back of my throat, my fingers clawing at Adrian’s shoulder, trying to tell him without words.

His eyes seemed to darken with realization. “Now I crave something sweet.”

I frowned until I realized what he meant, and then I could have wept from relief. He pushed up on his palms, and I lowered my legs from his back. Looking down his body, he brushed his fingers over his lower abs glistening with my lust for him. Then he brought them to his lips. “As sweet as I remember. Perfect.”

I could only agree. But I meant the sight of him, of this strong muscled man peering down at my body as if it was a revelation.

He moved down until his face hovered right over my pussy. Last time, it had made me feel insecure because I hadn’t known what to expect. Now it made me feel nervous for another reason. “What if I don’t… come again?” The last two words were whispered.

Adrian had spent fifteen minutes between my legs on our wedding night, and while it had been pleasurable, I hadn’t been close to orgasm.

He lowered himself to his elbows then slid his palms under my thighs. He cupped my ass cheeks, startling me. Tearing his eyes away from my center, he looked at me, and the hunger on his face alone almost made me come. “Don’t think about it. Just relax and let me get you there. Don’t rush it. Just let it happen.” Then he jerked me toward his waiting mouth and… holy hell, pretty much French kissed my pussy. I arched up, and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. I snapped my mouth shut, remembering the kids.

“Sorry.”

“The walls are thick and our room is at the other end of the corridor. Don’t worry,” he rasped as he rubbed his

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stubble over the soft skin of my inner thigh. His lips and chin were shiny. I could not stop looking. Shouldn’t 1 have closed my eyes or stared at the ceiling? Wasn’t that what women were supposed to do?

Adrian dragged his tongue along my slit, holding my gaze, and I felt that too. I clutched his hair, holding him place even if he didn’t look like he had any intention of going anywhere. He ate me like I was his last meal.

“Do you enjoy it?” he rasped in between swipes of his tongue.

“Yes,” I whispered. This was already so much better than last time. Maybe because the pressure had lifted off my shoulders- I didn’t care. “And you?” Gasp. “Do you enjoy it?” Where had this daring, sexual creature hidden all my life?

He smiled darkly, not appearing as if he minded. He squeezed my ass hard and lifted me higher as he wedged his shoulders against my thighs so my pussy was practically smothering him. My useless legs rested on his back. “I enjoy it very much. Your taste.”

He dipped his tongue into me, and I moaned. “Your moans.” He raised his head. “The sight of your pretty pussy. So fucking pretty.”

He lowered his head, and I watched as his mouth closed over me. His eyes burned into me as he sucked lightly at first then firmer, sending shockwave after shockwave to my center. I was getting closer and closer, always on the edge but not ready to fall yet. I dug my hand into the blanket, desperate for release and so close, but something was still holding me back. As if a knot had been tied too tightly deep inside of me and couldn’t unfurl. “Please,” I bit out.

Adrian pulled one of his hands out from beneath me. His fingertip brushed my entrance and at the next tug of his lips, he pressed inside. I clenched in discomfort then pleasure. Never taking his eyes off me, he started moving his finger inside of me as he sucked my clit. Suddenly the knot unraveled, my eyes growing wide, my belly hollowing as pleasure radiated through me. I cried out, my fingers scraping over Adrian’s head as I ground myself against his mouth, seeking more of his tongue and the finger teasing my sensitive inner walls. I half sobbed, half choked, squirming under him from the force of the sensation. I’d touched and even fingered myself out of curiosity, but the result had never been more than mildly satisfying. This was mind–blowingly amazing.

“Goddammit it, yes, just like that, honey,” he growled, and I almost came again. Had he just called me honey?

Adrian raised his head, looking disheveled and glistening from my desire. He kept pumping his finger in and out of me, which felt wondrous and as if he was trying to unravel another tighter knot I hadn’t even known was there. This time it wasn’t blood trickling out of me. I didn’t have time for embarrassment over my arousal because I was steering toward another release.

He added a second finger, and while I winced initially, the sensation soon became increasingly good.

I moved my hips in rhythm with his pumping. Adrian massaged my ass cheek with his big hand as he watched his fingers slide into me. “So pretty,” he growled.

My inner walls spasmed, but before I could come, Adrian withdrew his fingers.

I sucked in a breath. “I want to come.”