“If you’d been quiet, I could have given you a taste,” he taunted softly before rubbing that wet thumb against his own lower lip and sensuously licking up the salty residue.

A loud, unabashed moan ripped through me.

Dio mio, my man was sexy.

Without further teasing, he hooked my left leg over one arm and slotted his dick at my entrance, bracing himself against the wall beside my head so he could lean down to suck hot, bruising kisses along the column of my throat. The moment his teeth sank into my flesh, he pushed to the hilt inside me.

A scream tore up my throat and was muffled by the gag.

“That’s it, lottatrice,” he murmured, setting a brutal pace that targeted that tender spot on my inner walls that made my legs turn to butter. “Take me just like that.”

I canted my hips to take him deeper while my nails clawed at the back of his suit jacket, tugging him even closer. I’d never understood the concept pre-Dante of never being close enough to your partner. Of wanting them on you, inside you, surrounding you. Sometimes, I thought I would willingly drown in the scent, feel, and strength of this man.

This man I was lucky enough—no, strong enough—too call my own.

“I’m going to make you come all over me while all those uptight prudes socialize on the other side of the wall.” He thrust even harder, my body thumping against the building audibly. “Do you think they can hear how hard I’m fucking you? How deep inside you I plan to come?”

A shudder seized my shoulders and shook me violently. My pussy was being battered by the thick, long length of him, my nipples pleasantly abraded by the fabric of his dress shirt. An orgasm coiled inside my belly, ready to strike at the barest provocation.

“One day, I’m going to plant my seed so deep inside you we will make a baby,” he told me, expression fierce as a warrior while his eyes remained so tender. “I’m going to keep coming inside you every day until we make it happen. Pump you so full of cum, it will leak out of you for hours. I’ll be able to open your legs and feel my seed dribble down your thigh hours later.”

He paused, panting against my gagged mouth, and the hand on the wall tangled in my hair so he could tilt my head back, his black eyes darker than the winter night around us.

“You want to feel me fill you up, Elena?”

That was it.