I cry out, “Oh gods,” when I think I am about to come undone again. DeLuca stops, stilling my hips before rotating so that he lays on top of me. He takes my chin with his hand and drags my lips to him. The kiss is bruising and has me rocking against him, begging for more. “Baby, there is only one god here tonight. In this bed I want you to only call out my name.” He grabs my leg from behind the knee to angle himself deeper. His name falls from my lips like a prayer, over and over again.
