Page 59 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
I watch through heavy lids as he undresses, moving a little slower since he’s working one-handed. I could help, but I don’t. I know him well enough to know he’d hate that—besides, I like the show. Every inch of tanned skin, every ripple of muscle sends another wave of longing through me.
I should be satisfied. I just came so hard I saw stars. But with Dario, it’s never enough.
When he’s finally naked, he climbs onto the bed, rolling me onto my side. Lifting one leg onto his shoulder, he opens me up for him. His cock sinks inside me slowly, stretching me, and I watch as his jaw clenches, his breath coming hard and fast. Like it’s taking all his concentration not to lose control.
I want to touch him, but I can’t in this position, so I settle for cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers as he moves inside me.
“Fuck,”he groans, his hips pumping faster.
I clench around him, and his head tips back, a deep, shuddering moan escaping his throat. His abs flex with every thrust, dark hair falling over his forehead, his gaze locked onto me with an intensity that makes my stomach tighten.
I feel branded. Owned. And I love it.
It’s not just the way he fucks me. It’s the way he looks at me, like I belong to him. Like he’d burn the world down for me.
And I know, without a doubt, that he’s ruined me for anyone else.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his movements becoming jerky and erratic. “I’m going to come. You want that? You want my come filling you up?”
“Oh god, yes,” I gasp, completely lost in the moment.
Dario shifts, moving my other leg onto his shoulder, before reaching down to rub firm circles on my clit. It only takes a few times before my head tips back as another orgasm detonates inside me.
I cry out, fingers digging into his arms, leaving scratches along his flexed biceps. My entire body tenses, my toes curling as I pulse around him.
Dario grunts, thrusting deep, and I feel him spill inside me, a shudder racking his body.
Dario drops to the bed and for a long moment, we don’t move. We’re tangled together, panting, hearts pounding in sync. And something about this moment—the way we fit, the way weunderstandeach other without words—feels like the start of something more.
The connection that was once just physical has become something deeper.
We’re one.
I’ve never felt this close to anyone in my life.
It takes me a moment to recover from my second orgasm, but when I become aware of my surroundings again, I find that Dario has moved to my side. My limbs are numb and I’m panting, but I feel amazing as he curls his hand around my stomach.
I can’t help glancing at his injured arm, but it looks fine. The white bandage is in place and there’s no blood seeping through, so he didn’t tear his stitches.
“I swear, I’ve never had someone worry about me like this,” he says when he notices where my attention is.
“I’m not going to apologize for it.” I turn my head to press a kiss to his chest.
“I don’t want you to. It’s...nice.”
His voice is casual, but the words make my heart ache for him. I can relate to that. After I lost my parents, I didn’t have anyone in my life to care about me for a long time. When I met Rosa, I finally had someone that cared about me again, but even that’s not the same as having family or a significant other that’s there all the time.
“You’re sleeping in my bed from now on,” he says. It’s not a request.
I’m not going to object. Something changed between us last night, and this feels right. Besides, it suits me well with my out-of-control pregnancy hormones making me horny all the time.
“Should we turn my room into a nursery?” I ask as I run my fingers through his hair.
“I was thinking we’d move into a house before the babies come. Then, you won’t be moving into my room, we’ll move into the master suite together.”
“A house?” My fingers stop suddenly as I look at him in surprise.
That feels like a huge leap forward in a relationship that’s only just begun. But I think about the two tiny peanuts growing inside of me and smile. Okay, maybe it’s not such a big step, after all. He’s not talking about buying a home together, necessarily. He’ll buy a place and I’ll live there with him. It’s not really a commitment.
