Page 109 of Ruthless Secrets
I gasp as I stretch around him, so he gives me a second to adjust to the size of him.
But my need for him is overpowering. I want to feel every inch of Marco’s skin against mine, but we don’t have time for that now. This is just us reconnecting before our world ends, so I dig my heels into the hard muscles of hisass, pushing him deeper inside me as he kisses along my neck.
“Don’t stop,” I pant as I arch against him.
With each powerful thrust of his hips, my body jolts, and I moan with pleasure as my sensitive nipples brush against the fabric that’s keeping them from touching his chest.
“Look at me Clara.”
Our eyes lock, and Marco’s dark brows pull together in agony as he thrusts his cock inside me. He’s hitting me so deep that I can barely catch my breath.
He fills me so perfectly, it’s as if we were made for each other. To think that this could be the last time we’re ever like this has me clinging to him.
“Marco…” Tears start to stream down my cheeks.
Marco pulls back slightly so he can look at me.
“I love you Clara. I fucking love you.”
I can’t stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks.
To have Marco be so raw and vulnerable with me feels like a gift, but one that is about to be snatched away from me.
“I love you.” Tears run down my cheeks as I take his face in my hands and kiss him.
I thought I knew what it meant to love someone when I was with Adam, but that was nothing compared to what I feel for Marco. Maybe it’s because despite all the hurt and the pain, despite the uncertainty of our future, we’re still choosing to love one another.
Both of us are panting, our bodies slick with sweat as we chase our release.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Marco chokes.
My thighs start to tremble.
“Marco.”
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear as he spills inside me.
I hold him as close as possible as my pussy pulses around his cock, taking every last drop he gives me.
Even when we’re both finished and gasping for air, Marco makes no attempt to move because we both know the moment he does, we have to face the reality that we might never see each other again.
He rests his weight on his right forearm and gazes at me with such affection in his eyes.
I know deep in my heart that he meant every word he said.
This man loves me, so much so that he’s willing to risk his own life to protect me and our daughter.
But I can’t help but think of the past.
Why was he hurt so badly that he couldn’t bear to get close to another woman until now?
The fact that Marco has only ever skirted around the details makes me wonder if something bad happened to her.
Though time is short and I hate to ask, something tells me that I need to know because history tends to repeat itself. “What happened with your last girlfriend?”
Marco’s eyes darken for a brief second, and I can tell he’s deciding how much to tell me. “I can handle the truth.”
Marco reaches out to brush the hair out of my face.
