Page 28 of Married to the Mafia Monster

He pulls back slightly, his piercing blue eyes searching mine. "Tell me you want this," he commands, his voice a mix of plea and desire.

"I want this," I whisper, my heart racing. "I want you."

With a growl of satisfaction, he captures my lips again, his hands making quick work of my clothes. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my thigh, and I gasp as he grinds his hips into mine.

He pulls off his shirt, revealing the chiseled planes of his chest and abs. His hands find my breasts, squeezing them gently before his mouth follows suit.

He sucks my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me. The combination of terror, desire, and adrenaline coursing through my veins makes me feel alive in a way I've never experienced before.

His eyes meet mine, and the way he's looking at me makes me feel powerful and desired. I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he doesn't seem to notice. Instead, his eyes are hungry as he takes in every inch of me.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growls, his voice low and husky.

I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. "You make me feel beautiful," I reply.

He leans down and kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that takes my breath away. His hands roam my body, touching and exploring every inch of me. I feel a shiver of pleasure as his fingers trace a path down my neck and across my collarbone.

He moves lower, his lips blazing a trail of kisses down my chest. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth.

I cry out in pleasure, arching my back as I feel his other hand slip between my legs. His fingers find my wetness, and he begins to stroke me with a firm pressure that sends waves of pleasure through my body.

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice low and dirty. "I can't wait to be inside you."

I feel a thrill of excitement at his words, my body responding with an intensity that I can't control. He moves lower, his lips kissing a path down my stomach and towards my thighs. I spread my legs for him, eager to feel his mouth on me.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

I nod, my heart racing. "Yes, I trust you."

With that, he leans in and begins to explore my most sensitive areas with his lips and tongue. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and I feel myself squirming beneath him as the pleasure builds. He teases and licks me with expert precision, his fingers joining in as he rubs circles around my clit.

I cry out, my body trembling as the orgasm washes over me. He doesn't stop, though, instead increasing the pressure and speed of his movements. I feel myself slipping over the edge again, my body convulsing as I come apart.

He moves up my body, his lips finding mine as he positions himself above me. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my entrance, and I take a deep breath as I prepare myself for what's to come.

"Are you ready?" he whispers, his voice gentle as he slips on a condom.

I nod, feeling a mix of vulnerability and trust. "Yes, I'm ready."

He pushes inside me slowly, inch by inch. I feel a brief sharp pain but it quickly dissipates as he continues to shift back and forth. He's gentle and careful, taking his time as he thrusts in and out of me with a steady rhythm.

Each movement sends a wave of pleasure through my body, and I can't help but moan as he reaches deeper inside me. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth as he continues to move.

"You feel so good," he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and husky.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he picks up the pace. The intensity of the sensation is almost too much to bear, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm going to come," I gasp, my body trembling beneath him.

"Come for me, baby," he growls, his movements becoming more urgent.

With a final thrust, we both reach our peak, our cries of pleasure mingling in the air. He collapses on top of me, his body hot and sweaty as we both catch our breath.

As we lie there, I can't help but feel a sense of awe at what just happened. Our bodies fit together in a way that is both familiar and completely new. In his arms, I feel safe, loved, and utterly satisfied.

After a few moments, he rolls off me and disposes of the condom. He then pulls me into his arms, his touch gentle as he kisses me softly.

"That was incredible," he whispers, his voice filled with wonder.

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