Page 111 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

Vincenzo's gaze darkens, pupils dilating with desire. "Keep talking like that and I'll have to take you below deck right now."

"You promise?" I tease, nipping at his lower lip.

With a growl, Vincenzo claims my mouth in a searing kiss that steals my breath away. His hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling me tight against him. I moan into his mouth, desire pooling low in my belly.

When we break apart, panting, I meet his gaze and see my own need reflected there. "Perhaps we should continue this discussion in private?"

Vincenzo scoops me into his arms without another word, carrying me across the deck. The crew knows better than to disturb us while we’re on honeymoon.

Vincenzo kicks the door of his cabin shut behind us and presses me against it, ravishing my mouth once more. I eagerly respond, my hands roaming across the planes of his back.

When we break for air again, he asks in a husky tone, "What are your thoughts on our honeymoon so far, Mrs. Consolini?"

A delicious shiver runs through me at his use of my new name. "It's been perfect in every way," I murmur, trailing kisses along his jaw. "As long as I'm with you, that's all that matters."

Vincenzo stills, drawing back to meet my gaze. The love and tenderness I find there make my heart ache with joy. "You are my heart, my everything, Camela. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life proving that to you."

Tears prick at my eyes as I cradle his face in my hands. "You already have, my love.”

“But let me get you a little taste of what you’re in for,” he moans, scooping me into his arms and carrying me to the bed, laying me gently amidst the pillows.

His fingertips trail feather-light along my naked shoulder blades, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He reaches behind my neck, his fingers on the edge of my halter straps.

With his gaze locked onto mine, he unties the straps reverently, like I’m a gift bestowed to him. My dress loosens around my chest, and he pulls it down to my waist, revealing my tanned chest.

A soft moan escapes me as he gently parts my bra and allows it to fall away, taking the plunge and unveiling my breasts. With his hands, he gently cups my breasts, his thumbs gently stroking my nipples, awakening them to life.

I arch my back, pressing into his touch, allowing him to take control. His lips lower, meeting mine, as his hands explore further. His fingers trace down my sides, sending shivers through my body.

He pulls away from the kiss, his gaze locked onto mine as he moves his hands back up to my breasts, this time with a firmer grip. He kneads them, his fingers teasing my nipples to peak as he pulls me closer, his hips grinding into me.

The sensation is electric, sending heat flooding through my veins. I whimper in pleasure, my nails digging into his back as I try to hold on.

"Do you want me, Camela?" he asks gruffly, his eyes dark with desire.

"Yes," I gasp, my own need mirrored in my eyes. "I need you."

With that, he groans, his body shifting between the sheets as he hurriedly removes his clothes. I watch, mesmerized at how his chest falls to a perfect V, leading straight to his cock.

Once wholly naked, he joins me back in bed, by which time I’m trembling with need.

He gently slides down my dress, his lips following the trail of the discarded item of clothing. I’m in just my panties now, writhing in the sheets, mirroring the yacht’s gentle motion.

His lips meet my naval and flicks over it, sending goosebumps over my chest, down my arms and into my fingertips. My breath hitches as he slowly makes his way down, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

He reaches the edge of my panties and I can feel his hands pulling them away as he sits back on his haunches. I arch my back, wanting more of his touch.

"Vincenzo, please," I beg, my voice a shaky whisper. "I want to feel you inside me."

Vincenzo raises his head to meet my eyes, his own filled with need and hunger. "Then let me give you what you want, my love," he says, his voice a raw promise.

With that, he lifts me effortlessly off the bed, positioning me atop him. I wrap my legs around his waist, our bodies joining as one. He places his cock at the edge of my pussy, my eyes locked with his.

A tremor runs through me as I feel his thick, hard length pressed against my entrance. The anticipation alone kills me, and my arms wrap around his shoulders, bringing him closer to me.

He nuzzles his face in my shoulder, bites into my shoulder, and then, in one swift go, rams into my pussy.

I scream, tight and hot, as he fills me completely. His hands grip my waist, holding me in place as he sets the pace. Fast. Furious. Hot.

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