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The pleasure and tension builds in her body; I can feel it in how her walls tighten around me. “Hold on,” I warn, and I let go of her hips, stretch out my arms, and get a tight hold on the bedposts, gripping it tight as I continue to drive in her harder, faster, every muscle in my body tense and contracting.

“Yes!” she cries. “Fuck, yes!”

Her body convulses in front of me, the warmth of her cum gushing over my cock. The sound of me slamming into her wetness is exquisite, and I roar as I come with a ferocious burst of pleasure that grips so fucking tight my legs start shaking and my vision blurs. I can’t move. My orgasm keeps intensifying, even after I collapse onto her back, my cock jerking as I cream her cunt with every last drop.

It takes several minutes to get our breathing somewhat under control.

“God, I love you, Mira,” I murmur, then pepper gentle kisses along her spine, slowly gathering the strength to push myself up and loosen the restraints around her thighs one by one.

She collapses onto her stomach, sighing with the relief of no longer being restrained. I take in this vision before me, this fucking amazing, beautiful mess of a woman, my wife, lying completely spent on my bed. My wife is a beautiful mess, and all for me—because of me. And as I lie down beside her, I realize something that takes my breath away.

For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be satisfied by a woman.

My woman.

ChapterTwenty-Five

MIRABELLA

“Open your eyes, Mirabella.”

I can hear Marco. He’s here. Close.

“Open them. You know you want to.”

My heart races as I feel his breath on my face. Something is off about him. I’m scared, but he’s my brother. I’m not supposed to be scared.

“Open your eyes.”

“No. Momma said I shouldn’t.”

“Open your eyes.”

“I promised.”

“Open your eyes, Hummingbird.”

“Nicoli,” I breathe out his name.

I feel his lips pressing firmly but gently on my back. I whisper his name again, his hand sliding down the arch of my side, settling on the curve of my hips. His touch sends a shiver through me that makes me tingle all over.

He shifts closer, his chest against my back and cock against my ass, easing my hair away from my shoulders, showering me with featherlight kisses. “Please tell me you’re not sore, because I really…” he licks up the side of my neck, “really…” he sucks my earlobe gently “…really want to be inside you again.”

I roll my hips, arousal already pooling between my thighs. “Then what are you waiting for? Get inside me, Mr. Del Rossa.”

With a snarl, he grabs my leg and loops his arm underneath my knee. My breath catches as he enters slowly, inch by inch, unrushed, all the way inside me. He stays that way and doesn’t move, just letting my walls stretch around him while he licks up my side as if he can taste me. I arch into him, the sensation leaving me breathless as sparks crackle through my body.

I moan while biting my lip, nestling my face deeper into the pillow as he eases out of me, then sinks back, keeping that same slow and gentle rhythm. The sensations are more powerful this way. It’s like he’s inside me, but I can feel him everywhere.

“How does it feel?” he asks, rolling his hips. “To have me inside you?”

“It feels… amazing,” I whisper, the words spilling from my lips with a gasp. “It’s like a pressure building in me, and I can feel you everywhere but nowhere at the same time.”

I tilt my head up and moan when he kisses me with a kind of tenderness that matches his movements, his tongue sliding against mine. I can taste his peppermint toothpaste, and I don’t even care that I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. If he doesn’t care, why should I?

I grab the silk between my fingers, clenching my fist as he pulls out and sinks back in, silently willing him to go faster, to take me higher. He rests my knee on his elbow and reaches between my legs, touching my clit and sending me into a tailspin of pleasure. My orgasm builds rapidly even though his movements remain slow and controlled. All he does is increase the pressure on the sensitive nub, creating intense shockwaves up my core.

With his lips on the side of my neck, he rasps, “Come for me, Hummingbird. And remember my rule.”

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