Page 109 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

I don’t waste another second. Slowly, I feed my dick into her, and we both let out a gasp at the sensation.

“Raven,” I grunt, biting my lip as the wave of pleasure overwhelms me.

My focus is on her face, feeling satisfaction when her eyes flutter shut, and her lips part slightly. A mix of whimpers and gasps escape her lips as my dick finally buries fully inside her pussy.

“Move, Ezra,” she urges softly, her voice a breathy whisper. “Please…”

I can’t deny her. With a slow, deliberate thrust, I pull back and slide back in, feeling the hotness of her pussy wrap around me as I fill her completely. Her whimpers and gasps are the only sounds I hear as I set a steady rhythm, each movement drawing more pleasure from her.

Her eyelids flutter shut as her hands slide up to grab her breasts, causing a growl to reverberate through me.

“More, Ezra,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. “Faster.”

Her plea sends me spiraling. My pace quickens, my hips slamming into hers as her moans grow louder, filling the room. Her hips rise to meet mine, her hands gripping the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground herself.

I reach forward, cupping her breasts, squeezing them firmly as her body moves in sync with mine.

“Move those hips for me,bambina(baby),” I growl, my voice thick with need.

“Yes, just like that,” she moans. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Ezra,” she gasps my name, her breath hitching as she arches into me. My body trembles, the pressure starting to build up inside of me when she reaches up and locks her fingers at the back of my neck.

“I’m so close!” she moans, her voice breaking as she tilts her head back.

“Let go, Raven,” I groan, increasing my pace, my control slipping with each thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, her release hitting her hard as she pushes her chest forward.

Her walls tighten around me, her body shuddering beneath me as she lets go. I can feel her pulse around my cock while I keep slamming into her. Her release hits me hard, bringing me to orgasm. With one final wild thrust, I bury myself inside her, her body milking me for all I’ve got.

“Shit.” A strained grunt slips from my lips as the last of my release spills inside her.

Collapsing beside her, exhaustion weighs down on me. The ache in my chest and shoulder flares, but I ignore it, drawing her close to me. Her skin is warm against mine, her breath soft, and for a while, we stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Slowly, the tension in my muscles begins to fade, replaced by a quiet calm. Her breathing slows, rhythmic and steady, and I press my forehead gently to hers.

“I love you,” I whisper, again, because I need her to know it. I need her to feel it.

She smiles, her hand resting on the uninjured part of my chest, just below where my heart beats beneath the surface. “I love you, too.”

We lay there in silence, my hand rubbing light circles over the soft skin of her stomach. I turn my head to watch her— her brows furrow slightly, and her lips press into a thin line like she’s weighing her words before she speaks.

She clears her throat, her voice barely above a whisper. “Ezra.” I feel a flutter of unease at the tone of her words.

I’m tense. “Yeah?” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady, though the knot in my gut tightens.

She takes a shaky breath, her eyes flicking away from mine before settling back. “I... I think I still need to leave,” she whispers, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. My heart sinks at the statement. But I thought…

“Leave?” I echo, my throat suddenly going dry. “Why?” That’s the only thing I can mutter as my gut tightens. I’ve only just gotten her back and she wants to leave already?

She shifts, sitting up slightly and I follow. “For the sake of our baby,” she explains, her voice trembling. “I can’t stay here, Ezra. The chaos, the danger… the mafia... it’s not fit for a child to grow up in.”

Her words hit harder than expected. A sharp pain explodes inside me, threatening to break me apart.

I release a breath, grabbing her hand as if that could keep her here, keep her from slipping away. “I can protect you both. Iswear I’ll keep you safe,” I insist, desperation creeping into my voice.

The thought of her and our unborn child being out there without me feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

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