Page 64 of Dario DeLuca

“Ahh, sh–”

“And so fucking tight.” He replaces his thumb with his middle finger, then another. He dives deeper into me, strong fingers curling and stroking as his tongue dances across sensitive nerve endings.

I grasp his hair in desperation, holding on as reality dissolves and only our entangled bodies remain—driving one another toward ecstasy. I gasp at the sensation, fingers curling into the sheets as I feel him licking a path downward.

His tongue flicks against my opening, and I cry out softly, arching off the bed. The taste of his kiss lingers on my lips as I bite them while he continues to worship me there, each lick pulling another moan from my throat. His scruff tickles my smooth skin, sending shivers to my core.

As he kisses his way back up, he trails his hands along the inside of my thighs, igniting sparks where they graze. He looks up at me then, eyes hooded with passion as he palms both my breasts and tweaks a nipple hard.

"Dario," I whisper, lost in this pleasure he's creating within me.

"Shh," he whispers against my skin, nipping it lightly with his teeth before sliding his warm tongue inside me once more.

He grips my hips as he devotes himself to his task, driving me wild with passion—my whole body tenses underneath him, begging for release. My moans echo through the room as his tongue dances across my most intimate spots, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Dario,” his name falls from my lips. He doesn't stop or slow down.

"God, Dario."

There's no space for coyness or shame when he looks up at me, his eyes locked onto mine, guiding me through the crescendo of pleasure. He doesn't ease up, his mouth and fingers a duet of relentless passion, as if he too is chasing something vital within my release.

My body bows like a taut string, the tension snapping as I cry out. At this moment, there is no Mafia, no age gap, no arranged marriage. There's only Mia and Dario, entwined in the purest form of communication.

As I come back down, panting and floating on the aftershocks, Dario remains close, his presence a grounding force. I catch my breath, feeling the subtle shifts of his body against mine, the way his chest rises and falls in a rhythm that lulls my senses.

Dario rises to stand.

"Why haven't you…?" My voice trails off as my gaze darts down his body, where his erection strains against the fabric of his pants.

Dario undresses with a deliberate slowness while never taking his eyes off me. When he's naked, his arousal is evident and insistent, bringing on a new wave of desire that crashes over me. He returns to me, positioning himself with a possessive grace, and in one fluid motion, he's inside me, filling me.

His mouth on mine muffles the gasp that escapes me, sealing our fates with a kiss.

His whisper brushes over my lips, "The first one was all about you, Bella."

He grinds into me, groaning softly in my ear. His movements are slow and deliberate as he pistons into me with unwavering determination.

I cling to him, feeling the strength in his arms as I instinctively curl my legs around his waist. "Yes, Dario. Just like that."

“Bella,” he murmurs. “This is going to be so good for you, I promise.”

His thrusts grow harder and faster, and the bed creaks in rhythm with our bodies as sweat beads on our skin. His nipples graze mine, sending shockwaves through us both. I cry out softly—a sound that echoes off the walls.

Our breathing becomes labored, heavy pants that mingle with one another as we push each other closer to the brink. The sheets grow damp underneath us, stained with our sweat and passion, adding to the already charged atmosphere.

His eyes darken with lust as he holds mine captive, seeing right through any facade I might have tried to maintain before. This is raw passion, unfiltered lust fueling us both now.

He grips my hair tightly, pulling me into a bruising kiss as he continues to plunge into me. Our kiss deepens, and our tongues dance as his pace quickens further still.

The headboard hits the wall behind us in time with our grunts and moans. I squeeze my eyes shut, giving in to the sensation of being owned by him.

“Look at me, Bella,” he commands, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want to look into your eyes when you come apart."

I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze as the tension builds to a breaking point.

"Dario," I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Each time he grazes my clit, I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pushes me closer to the edge. He kisses along my jawline, growling against my skin.

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