Page 20 of Married to the Mafia Devil

“What kind of reward?” she asks.

“This kind.” I lean in and kiss her.

I pull her closer to me. Her cheeks are flushed from the spanking, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. My hand comes up to cup her face gently, tracing the line of her jaw with my thumb.

Leaning in, I press my lips against hers, savoring the softness of her mouth. She responds hesitantly at first, her innocence evident in every tentative movement. But as our kiss deepens, she surrenders to the passion that simmers between us.

Her body melts against mine, fitting perfectly in my arms as if she was always meant to be there. I caress her back, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. When I lower my touch to the curve of her hips, she lets out a soft gasp, her fingers clutching at my shoulders.

As our kiss intensifies, I can sense the overwhelming desire building inside both of us. I break away briefly to trail kisses along her jawline, down to the hollow of her throat. Her breath hitches, a sweet melody that fuels my hunger for her.

With a deft touch, I slip my hand beneath the waistband of her pants, teasingly skimming over her skin. She shivers at the sensation, her eyes widening. “Matteo,” she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.

I respond by reclaiming her lips with another passionate kiss, plunging deeper into the fire that now burns between us. My fingers continue their tantalizing dance along her sensitive skin, slowly coaxing her body to respond to my touch.

Breaking away from the kiss, I look into her hazel eyes, which are now gleaming with desire. “You're perfect,” I say, my fingers still exploring her curves. “You make me want you more than I've ever wanted anyone.”

She swallows hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. It's clear that she is both overwhelmed and deeply aroused by my words and actions. I gently guide her to sit on one of the plush benches that line the library walls.

Positioning myself between her legs, I begin to trace gentle circles on her inner thighs, sending shivers of anticipation cascading down her body. The pulse in her neck quickens as she drops her gaze, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. “Wait,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible, “I don't know what to do.”

I lean down, placing a series of soft kisses along the line of her jaw, my breath warm against her skin. “You don't need to do anything,” I assure her, my voice low and soothing.

With one hand cradling her face, I tilt it up to meet mine, our eyes locked as I capture her lips in another kiss. It's slow and tender, filled with promises of the passion that still simmers beneath the surface.

As we pull away, I can see the wave of desire that has washed over her, her eyes shining with a newfound confidence and desire. “I want you,” she says.

I smile, feeling a surge of pride and desire course through me at her words. “Good girl,” I reply, my voice filled with raw emotion.

I reach down, gently removing her pants and underwear, leaving her completely exposed to me. Her pussy is as perfect as I knew it would be.

She has no idea how beautiful she truly is, or how much power she holds over me. I brush my fingers softly over her folds, feeling the heat and wetness that betray her arousal.

She gasps, her breath hitching as I touch her. I gently lift her up, and with her legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her towards the soft, plush rug that lies between the bookshelves.

I lay her down on the rug. Her eyes are wide with anticipation as I lower my head towards her pussy, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

My tongue darts out to trace the delicate outline of her folds, eliciting a low moan from her as she arches her hips towards me. I gently part her lips with my fingers, revealing the hidden treasure beneath.

I lick her slowly, savoring the taste of her, letting my tongue dance over her folds, tracing intricate patterns that send shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck gently, inviting me deeper, and I oblige, sliding my tongue inside her, exploring the warm, wet depths of her.

Her breath hitches, her hands tangling in my hair as she lets out a soft, helpless moan. Her arousal is palpable, growing with each stroke of my tongue, and I can feel her desire building, an energy that courses between us, connecting us in a way that nothing else ever has.

As she nears her peak, I slow my movements, teasing her with feather-light touches that leave her begging for more. She writhes beneath me, her body trembling with need. “Please,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with desperation.

I grin, savoring the sight of her surrender. “Not yet,” I say, my voice low and seductive. “I want to show you just how much pleasure you can feel.” I slide two fingers inside her, stretching her slightly as she gasps and arches her back. “Look at me,” I command, my voice firm.

Her eyes lock with mine, and I can see the trust and vulnerability in her gaze. Slowly, I begin to fuck her with my fingers, my thumb brushing against her clit in a rhythmic pattern. Emma's breath hitches, her body tense with anticipation.

“That's it,” I breathe. “Let go.”

She does, her body shaking as she cries out, her release washing over her like a tidal wave. I hold her close, my fingers still inside her as she shudders, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Do you feel it now?” I whisper, my breath warm against her ear. “The power you hold? The passion that burns inside you?”

Her hands reach up to cup my face, her fingers tracing the lines of my cheeks as she finally speaks. “Thank you,” she says softly, the words barely audible. “I've never done anything like that before.”

It clicks at once. “You’re a virgin?”

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