Page 112 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

I can feel him growing larger with each thrust, filling every inch of me. I moan his name, unable to control my own pleasure.

His grip tightens, pulling me closer to him, and my ass slaps against his balls over and over again.

He plunges deeper, his hips pistoning with a ferocity that threatens to shatter the very bed beneath us. Our bodies slam together, each impact echoing throughout the room, as his rough, calloused hands dig into my flesh, bruising me with passion.

My breasts wave in his face, and he leans down, quickly biting my nipple for a brief second.

“Oh my god,” I moan, throwing back my head.

I arch my back, my nails digging into his shoulders as I try to hold on, my breath coming in sharp gasps. I throw back my head, and he grips my neck, keeping me there. Sweat glistens across his skin as he pounds into me with a raw, animalistic force.

My hips buck wildly, meeting each thrust with a fiery intensity, letting out a deep, guttural moan. He groans in return, his voice low and rough, as if an animal were trying to break free from his chest.

The next thing I know, he’s pushing me back with his hand on my throat until my back is fully arched, my shoulders on the bed. He’s still sitting on his haunches, fucking me hard.

The air around me tightens, and I see black. Where previously, this would trigger an immediate battle for survival, my heart and mind respond with utter trust and devotion.

I close my eyes, riding the wave of pleasure beginning to seep into me. With one hand on my throat, clenched against it, he takes his other and gently slaps the landing of my pussy.

My body jerks, the shock of the slap spreading through me like wildfire. Vincenzo leans down to whisper into my ear, his dark, intense eyes locked on mine.

"Let go, Camela," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Let go of everything and just feel."

I nod, unable to speak through the haze of pleasure. I let my inhibitions fall away. Vincenzo slams into me harder, faster than before.

My pussy clings to his cock, begging for more. I can feel my orgasm building, a tense coil within me.

With a deep, fierce growl, Vincenzo slaps my pussy again and then leans over me, pushing me down onto the bed completely horizontal, pinning my hips to the mattress as he thrusts into me deeper than ever before.

I can barely breathe, let alone protest, as his grip tightens around my throat. The world around us seems to fade away as I focus solely on the raw, primal pleasure he's giving me.

I can feel the walls of my pussy clenching around his cock, pulsing as if echoing his own heartbeat. His hips move faster, pounding into me, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. My inner walls tighten around him, milk him, and I know I'm close.

"Oh, Camela, you're so tight," he growls in my ear. "I can feel you, hear you, everywhere. You're so fucking perfect, I could come right now, but I won't. Not till I have you screaming my name."

His words push me over the edge, and I come. “Vincenzo,” I scream his name, and he releases the grip on my throat. The rush of heady oxygen, mixed with the tickle forming in my core, causes me to spasm around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure takes me into a sweet abyss. My body trembles and Vincenzo spills into me, causing me to revel in the warmth of the sensation.

He stays in me for a while until I catch my breath. Then, he pulls out. Afterward, I rest contentedly in his embrace, warm and sated. The gentle roll of the sea is soothing, lulling me towards sleep. "I love you," I whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"And I you, always." Vincenzo's arms tighten around me, his heartbeat steady under my ear. "Sleep, my love. I will be here when you wake."

I drift off with a smile, safe in the knowledge that I have found my home.

I awake to find Vincenzo gone from the bed, though I can hear him moving about in the adjoining room. The faint glow of the golden arrow on the bedside table catches my eye, and I reach out to touch the smooth metal, taking it in my hand.

A surge of warmth flows up my arm at the contact, filling me with love and contentment.

Vincenzo enters the room, startling me. "It seems you were meant to find that arrow," he says softly and sits on the bed beside me, reaching over to touch it. With both our hands on it, it shines brighter, almost blindingly in the dark.

"Every time I touch it, I feel like the gods are watching," Vincenzo tells me, still staring at it.

"As do I." I meet his eyes, seeing my own wonderment reflected in their blue depths. "It truly is magical.”

"I’ve been thinking." Vincenzo takes my hand. "I believe it was meant to bind us together, to strengthen what we were destined to share." His thumb rubs slow circles over my knuckles. "But we must decide what to do with it. If you’re not ready to make that decision, we can lock it away and speak of it no more."

"No." I shake my head. "We were led to this gift for a reason. We should not refuse such a blessing but accept it." I lift his hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to his palm. "But, it’s given us all it can, don’t you think?”

Vincenzo's radiant answering smile is infectious. "It has," he echoes, leaning in to capture my mouth with his own. He parts from the kiss and releases the arrow. I gently place it on the bed between us, its glow fading now that we've separated.

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