Page 108 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

But I stop her, pressing my index finger to her lips. “Stop feeling guilty.” I cup her cheeks, my thumb brushing across her face. “I know that’s what’s still eating at you. I see it in your eyes. But if anyone’s guilty, it’s me. I forced you to make that choice.”

“Ezra…” she trails off, resting her hand on my shoulder, sorrow flickering in her gaze.

I tear my eyes away, staring at the floor. “I didn’t realize soon enough that maybe all of this… my world… might be too much for you…”

This time, she places her finger against my lips. I lift my gaze to meet hers, and her lips curve upwards slowly.

Finally meeting her eyes, a surge of warmth and affection floods through me. I can feel the pure love radiating from her, and it overwhelms my senses.

I can’t hold back anymore. With a single tug, I pull her to me, crushing my lips hard against hers. The kiss is rough, desperate— an apology in the only way I know how to express it. Her lips are soft against mine, moving in sync with my rhythm. I groan, bringing my hands into her hair before pulling her closer.

Her fingers clutch at my shirt, and I feel her body relax into mine. When I pull away, my forehead resting against hers, we’re both breathless, hearts pounding loudly.

“I love you, Raven,” I whisper, “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

Indeed, that quiet, shy girl at the party captivated me in a way I couldn’t shake, her soft presence lingering in my mind long after the night ended.

Her eyes search mine, and for a moment, fear claws at me.What if she doesn’t feel the same anymore?But then she smiles, that soft, beautiful smile that never fails to make my heart ache.

“I love you, too,” she whispers, her voice faltering with emotion. “I think I always have… even when I thought it was Stockholm syndrome at first,” she laughs. My heart tugs as it echoes through the room, light and carefree.

I chuckle, the tension between us dissolving as I soak in her happiness. My chest warms as I lean in to kiss her again, slower this time, pouring everything I feel into the moment.

Her hands slide up my chest, over my shoulders, and then they tug at my shirt. I lift my arms, pulling it over my head.

My skin prickles under her touch, and I feel her tremble slightly beneath me. We part only long enough for me to strip away the rest of my clothes, and then I climb into the bed, kneeling on either side of her.

She reaches up, her fingertips tracing the contour of the bandage around my wound, her touch featherlight. Her eyes drift to mine, but she doesn’t speak. Instead, her hands travel down slowly, wrapping themselves around my already erect cock.

I groan at the firm and deliberate stroking of her hand up and down my shaft. She looks up at me with those dark, trusting eyes that make my heart race.

I pause, my hand resting on her cheek, my thumb brushing over her plump lips. “You good?” My voice comes out rough as I glance briefly at her stomach.

She nods, but her eyes glance down to the bandage across my chest and then to my arm. “I should be asking you that.”

Her concern tugs at something deep inside me, and that’s all the reassurance I need. I lean down, kissing her again, softly thistime. My hands move over the curves of her upper body until they find her breasts and cup them.

“Dio, sei perfetta(God, you’re perfect),” I groan, against her lips, at the feel of her perky breasts in my calloused palms.

Breaking the kiss, I hold her gaze for a second before placing a light kiss on her jaw. I glance up just in time to see her eyelids flutter close, a moan escaping her lips. I place another kiss on her neck, slowly trailing a path down to the spot in between her breasts.

I move lower, teasing her left breast with my lips, pulling the nipple in my mouth. The instant my tongue brushes against it, her back arches, urging me on.

“Ezra.” Her voice, breathless and filled with need, makes me dizzy. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.

I give the same attention to her other breast, savoring the way her body responds to me, kissing all the way down to her belly button. A groan escapes my lips as I take her in, my dick jumping in anticipation. My body aches with a deep, primal hunger, but I don't rush.

Instead, I spread her legs apart and settle between them, feeling the heat radiating off her. The tension between us burns like wildfire.

I want to savor the feeling of touching her. I want this time to be different. This isn’t just sex anymore, like how it was all thesepast years −void of any emotion or attachment. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I am feelinglove.And I need her to feel my love for her… I need her to know how much she means to me.

I lean down again, trailing kisses along her inner thigh, inching closer to her core. The sound of her moans grows louder as I tease her, my lips barely grazing the wetness between her legs.

“Ezra!” she gasps, the desperation in her voice driving me crazy.

The need to be buried deep inside her overwhelms me. I pull my mouth away as I lift myself up and position myself at her entrance. The tip of my cock brushes against her wetness, sending me over the edge.

“Take me…” she breathes, her gaze locking onto mine, filled with longing.

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