Page 43 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

She spreads her legs, and I tug my sweatpants down enough to free my cock.

There is no wild desperation, no tugging and pulling, no heavy breathing or skin glittering with sweat. There is just her and me.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and gently I push my cock inside her pussy.

We are staring into each other’s eyes, neither looking away, neither saying a word.

I rock my hips back and forth as I watch her expression.

My cock thrusts in and out of her body, feeling the tightness, then pulling away and immediately wanting to push back inside her.

I don’t let myself speed up, even when I desperately want to.

I don’t let myself move faster or push deeper.

I can see it in her eyes — the way the slow tension is driving her so close to the edge and she doesn’t understand how. She’s never felt this before.

This is more than sex.

This is what it feels like to connect to someone’s soul.

I’ve never felt it either, but I have wanted to — my entire life I have wanted to feel this way.

I reach up and hold her beautiful face in my hand. She rocks her hips up towards me, also moving, matching my rhythm.

I lean down and press my lips against hers and slip my tongue inside her mouth. Now I am fully penetrating her. My tongue. My cock. I am inside her, pushing deeper, pushing harder.

The feeling of kissing her while fucking her becomes too much to bear and soon my body is shaking against hers. She grips me tighter and her pussy locks over me.

The orgasm that pulses through her is the most intense one I’ve felt. I can barely move my cock she is gripping me so tightly. She tilts her head back and isn’t breathing as her body convulses with pleasure.

I can’t hold back.

My cock explodes in wave after wave as I shoot my pleasure into her.

She is everything.

She is my world.

My universe.

My life.

My love.

“I would burn in the fire of a thousand suns to keep you safe.” I whisper to her for the second time, because I need her to know. I need her to know what it feels like to be loved.

Chapter Twenty-One

DALILA

Iwake up in the morning in Nevio’s embrace.

Sleepily, I open my eyes just a crack and reach up to wrap my hand around his bicep, tracing the curves and touching his skin.

Last night left me speechless. The way we connected. The way he moved with me. It was like he could read my mind. I never knew it could feel that incredible. The books I read - they were always heated, spicy, wild, dangerous - but that - that was something completely different and something I don’t even know how to describe.

For the life of me.

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