Page 113 of Diavolo

Death.

It was all becoming too heavy to bear. The rabbit hole was winding far too deep. She needed some lightness and air. All of a sudden, Elyse craved a moment of respite for the two of them, a fleeting distraction of sorts, to outshine the darkness in their lives as of late. She griped in mock irritation, "You're right. You don't deserve me.You fucked me too hard earlier.It hurt."

His eyes darted toward her shoulder with concern. "I am so sorry, I thought you were heal—"

"My shoulder is fine," she assured him, "but..."

"But?"

"You owe me an apology," chided Elyse, "sir."

Alessandro's eyes readily darkened at her use ofsir. It seemed he had caught on to her game.

"I am sorry for being such a selfish prick," he offered in a lowered, huskier tone, "how can I make it up to you?"

A slow, sly smile spread across her lips. "I have some ideas that might interest you."

Elyse rose to her knees and shuffled away from her husband. She positioned herself an arm's length from him on the mattress, sitting, shoulders straight, legs tucked beneath her, with a challenging gleam in her eyes. Like a puppet pulled by itsmaster's strings, Alessandro tried to follow her across their bed, reaching for her with eager hands. She brushed his hands aside.

"Lay back," Elyse commanded quietly.

Alessandro's brown and blue-gray eyes widened with a canny sort of curiosity.

"Hands above your head," she instructed.

His eyes rounded out even more, but, obediently, his brawny arms lifted as he tucked his hands behind his head into a relaxed, reclining position. A shadow of a smirk now graced Alessandro's handsome face. His cock rose to half-mast, curiosity piqued and humming with approval.

Through hooded eyes, he murmured in languid tones, "What is this,cuore mio?"

Elyse started, "After everything we endured these last few days..."

He waited patiently as she took a pause.

"I thought we could both use a moment to escape reality."

The heaviness in the air eased by a margin. Alessandro gave her a crooked smile. "You and your games."

Elyse nodded a little sheepishly. "Me and my games."

Anticipation sparked from his eyes as he muttered, "I would love nothing more than toescapewith you."

Escape.

Despite Alessandro's improved mood and arousal, Elyse still sensed a sad note of longing lurking in this particular word. She wanted to make their nightmare go away if only for a short while. Elyse crawled between his legs to kiss the tip of his shaft. Upon contact, Alessandro's hips snapped upward ever so slightly. She refrained from putting her tongue to use, applying only her lips, brushing against the underside of his cock while raining airy, teasing kisses up and down his length and all around his base. Alessandro groaned and cursed sweetly under his breath in Italian, watching her through dark eyes and flaring nostrils.His muscles strained with need. Suddenly, Elyse felt his fingers tangle themselves into her hair. She immediately pulled away from his dick.

"Put your hands where they belong," she scolded.

With a look of defiance, he dragged his thumb along Elyse's lower lip and pushed it into her mouth. To retaliate, Elyse sucked on his invading digit and swirled her tongue around it in the way she would for his cock—causing her husband to inhale a sharp, happy breath—before nipping him between her teeth.Hard. Alessandro winced in pain and removed his thumb.

"Hands," she ordered softly, "above your head.Now."

He did as she requested. Elyse continued, "No touching. Or coming.Until I say so."

Alessandro released a strained laugh as his eyes roved hungrily all over Elyse's naked form, lingering in particular on her breasts and her sex. "That will be fucking impossible."

"I'll make it worth your while," Elyse promised as she dipped down to kiss his cock once more, "I swear."

"I believe you," he gasped as her tongue slipped out to taste him.