I bite my bottom lip and take a deep breath. “You’re wrong.” I know he loves me, but it’s different when he says it. That he’s reached the point where he can utter those three little words means more than the sentiment itself. “Being loved by you, is the best f*****g feeling in the world.”
His lips press against mine. “Are you sore?” he whispers.
“Oh, you are not getting your barbarian c**k anywhere near my p***y within the next twenty-four hours, at least, Salvatore.”
“What about my mouth?”
I smirk and kiss him again. “That might be a possibility.”
He rolls us until he’s on top of me again, and my eyes follow him as he moves down my body, trailing light, airy kisses along the way. When he reaches my p***y, he brushes it with the tip of his finger, then replaces that with his lips thr
