Page 3 of Mafia Tales

I know where we are going immediately. There is a small gazebo near the stream away from the house. It is hidden from sight, the path to it is worn and well-trodden.

Riven doesn’t pause as he approaches the structure. He lays me down on the padded bench inside and I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him. His eyes are burning with desire, and he looks more glorious than ever. A dark prince if there ever was one.

I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long, but I’ve never imagined it would happen like this. It is sudden for him to show up like this. I’m not sure what has prompted it, but I’ve wanted Riven for as long as I can remember. I’m not passing up on this opportunity to have him.

“Rowan,” Riven says again, his voice rough as he looks at me. His eyes slip down my body. His eyes are dark with hunger. I know I want Riven with every fiber of my being. I’m glad that he finds me pleasing to look at.

He slides his hand from my cheek to the nape of my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. This one is slower, more passionate, as if we’re both savoring the taste of each other’s lips.

Riven seems to sense my arousal, and he pulls back, trailing his fingers down my neck and over my breasts. I arch my back, silently begging for more, and he takes the hint, cupping my breasts and flicking his thumbs over my nipples through my dress.

I moan, unable to hold back the sound of pleasure. Riven grins, his eyes darkening with desire. "I want you so badly," he says, his voice rough with need.

I nod, unable to form words.

My panties are soaked, and I groan in frustration wanting his attention elsewhere. My experience with sex so far in life is limited. Just a fumbling first date who knew as much as I did. This has already surpassed that awkward endeavor. Riven pulls the straps of my dress down my arms, tossing my clothes somewhere in the surrounding dark. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensations.

"Wet panties," he says approvingly as he pulls them down my legs, lingering just a moment. He takes a moment to look at my breasts, my hard nipples, and the swell of my belly. I am completely naked before him, and it feels more freeing to have him look.

I see a flash of doubt cross his face, but I don’t want him to stop. It reminds me that he has avoided me for these years since I arrived here. So, I reach out, touching his chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt.

Riven’s hand slips between my legs, and I gasp as he finds my wetness.

"So wet for me," he growls, his eyes blazing.

"Allfor you," I whisper, arching my back. I hear Riven’s breath catch in his throat. He moves his fingers over my slick folds, and I gasp as he presses against my clit.

“Is this, okay?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

I nod, unable to speak as he pushes his fingers deep inside me. He knows exactly how to move, how to touch me. I groan, my hands moving to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. He grabs my wrist and kisses my hand.

"Not yet," he whispers. "I want to watch you come."

I nod, and he continues his ministrations, circling my clit with his fingers. I moan, feeling an orgasm building deep inside me.

"That’s it, Red," Riven growls as he pushes me closer to the edge. His fingers plunge deeper and faster, working me towards my climax. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I groan, but before I can protest, he’s positioned himself between my legs.

As he sheaths himself deep inside me, my eyes flutter back. He is so big that I feel filled to thebrim immediately, and the feeling is exquisite, satisfying. Riven groans and rocks down, claiming my lips in a kiss.

Every second feels special, magical, and I’m barely aware of anything except the glide of Riven’s body against mine. He moves inside me slowly, and I move my hips to meet him.

“This is going to be quick,” he groans against my lips.

“I don’t care,” I whisper, tilting my hips and widening my legs to take him deeper.

“You feel so good,” Riven growls. “You’re perfect.”

“Please,” I moan. Suddenly, I don’t care about anything except getting my release.

Riven’s fingers dig into my hips, and he moves faster, harder. Then he grinds forward, hitting my clit on each thrust with his pubic bone until I can feel the orgasm spilling out of me.

"Yes," I groan, my nails digging into his back, my walls clench around Riven, pulling him closer.He follows immediately, groaning against my neck as he withdraws and spills onto my belly. I press myself against his skin as he leans against me, memorizing his imprint.

Chapter Four

RIVEN

Lillian’s cold gaze pins me in my seat. She knows that I’ve been seeing Rowan, fucking her like mad while she’s been gone. Suddenly I’m reminded that I had very good reasons for my decision to keep my hands off Rowan. Did I want her? Hell yes. But I’d rather she be safe, and I didn’t trust Lillian.

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