Page 77 of The Bonventi Rise
My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, more intense than anything I've ever experienced before. I cry out Marco's name as my body shakes with pleasure, my toes curling. I rock back and forth, riding out this erotic, raw feeling, as he refuses to slow down. His continued thrusts prolong my orgasm, and I'm lost in a haze of pleasure.
"That's it, good girl," Marco praises, his voice deep. "One more time, together with me."
I didn't think it was possible, but I feel another orgasm building. The oversensitivity from my second climax makes every touch, every thrust, feel magnified.
Marco's movements become more erratic as he gets close too. He pulls me up, my back flush against his chest, never breaking his rhythm. One hand cups my breast, pinching my nipple, while the other continues its relentless assault on my clit.
I feel his cock growing larger, harder, and he growls with a strong, hard thrust. The feeling of him pulsing inside me triggers my orgasm, and my body goes limp, unable to take any more.
Marco holds me tight as he fills me with his hot release. As he slows, we stay still for a moment, both of us panting heavily. Marco places soft kisses along my shoulder and neck, showing me love and adoration.
This is what making love feels like, I realize. A perfect combination of rough passion and tender emotion. The feelingof being completely and utterly his, while knowing he's just as much mine. I've spent so long hiding from what love could be. Now I see—it's not about losing myself; it's about finally being found.
Slowly, carefully, he pulls out of me. My legs feel like jelly, and I'm grateful for his strong arms supporting me as he turns me around to face him.
"I meant every word," he says softly. "I love you. More than I ever thought possible."
I take his hand and kiss it. "I love you too," I reply. "With everything I have to give."
I watch as Marco walks into the bathroom and brings back a thick, heavy robe. Even spent, I can't help but stare at his muscular, toned body.
He helps me put it on and then pulls on his boxer briefs. We walk over to the bed and lay down together.
I lay in Marco's arms, my body still tingling from our intense lovemaking. The events of the night flash through my mind—the gunshots, the intruder, the blood. My heart races as I remember the fear, but Marco's steady breathing beside me calms my nerves. I focus on the warmth of his skin against mine, the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
As my pulse slows, I feel a strange urge to break the heavy silence that has settled over us. Maybe it's my way of coping with the trauma. Whatever the reason, I find myself wanting to lighten the mood.
"So…" I start, my voice sounding unnaturally loud. "Is that Russian swimming with the fishes now?"
Marco turns his head to look at me. His expression is so genuinely puzzled that I can't help but laugh.
"What?" he asks.
"You know," I explain, propping myself up on one elbow to face him better. "'Swimming with the fishes.' Isn't that a mafia saying? It’s from movies and stuff." I feel slightly foolish now and my cheeks warm.
He shakes his head and smiles. "I've never heard anyone say that in my life."
"Oh,"I quietly giggle to myself.
"But if it means dead, then, he's swimming with the fishes," he says, his arm tightening around me. "And anyone who ever touches you will be too."
In that moment, I know I've crossed over, because those words don't instill fear, nor does my mind scream at me to run. Instead, I think:
Damn straight. That's my man.
I close my eyes, suddenly exhausted and drained. My body aches, my mind is a whirlwind of emotions, and now I just want to sleep beside the person I love.
Marco must sense my fatigue because he kisses me on the forehead. "Sleep," he murmurs. "I've got you."
As I drift off, feeling warm and protected in his arms, a final thought floats through my mind: I guess Marco caught his Firefly after all, and I don't think I ever want to be free.
38
ALINA
Iwake early, the soft morning light coming in through the curtains. Marco is still asleep beside me.
I shift, and just like every time we're together, my body aches in the most delicious ways. Suddenly, the memories of last night flood my mind, but everything is overshadowed by the passionate declarations of love we vowed to each other, and of course, the intense lovemaking that followed.
