Page 19 of Claimed By the Don

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The muted light of dawn spills through the wall of windows, painting Ginetta's bare skin in strokes of gold and shadow. I prop myself up on one elbow, drinking in the sight of her sprawled across my sheets. My bed. Where she belongs.

Christ, I'll never get tired of this view. Of knowing she's mine in every way, a matching half to my battered soul. I skim a palm up the silken expanse of her spine, savoring the sleepy murmur and flexing of lean muscle beneath my touch. She's the most precious thing I've ever held and I almost lost her. All because of my world, my fucking hubris.

Never again.

Ginetta stirs, rolling to face me with heavy-lidded eyes and a soft smile. "Mmm, morning," she rasps, nuzzling into my chest. I gather her close, breathing in the warm scent of her. Apples and sunshine and mine.

"Morning, amore," I rumble, dropping a kiss to her crown. "Sleep well?"

She hums, tucking herself more firmly into my side. "Better than I have in weeks, honestly. Must have been the multiple mind-blowing orgasms."

I chuckle, tweaking her pert ass. Insatiable minx. "Glad to be of service. I plan to spend the rest of my life ruining you for sleep...and anything else that might steal you from our bed."

She shudders in my arms, a breathy moan escaping her lips. "You can't just say things like that," she whines, rubbing her mound against my thigh. "Especially when we have a busy day ahead and no time for you to follow through."

I grin wolfishly, rolling her beneath me in one smooth motion. "No?" I purr, nipping at her jaw. "Who says I need more than a few minutes to wreck you, tesoro? Besides, I seem to recall you begging so sweetly for my cock last night. Something about needing it to live?"

Ginetta mewls as I roll my hips in a targeted grind, my morning wood nestling between her slick folds. "That was...ah...last night," she pants, even as she arches to take me deeper. "When we had hours to kill. I promised the realtor we'd meet her at ten to see those gallery spaces, remember?"

I hum noncommittally, more focused on tonguing the vanilla-cream hollow of her throat. Slowly, I begin to rock against her, painting my shaft in her liquid arousal. Her soft gasp is music to my ears.

"Dante," she warns breathlessly, her nails biting into my shoulders. "I'm serious. We can't be late for this...oh!"

Her protest dissolves into a high, reedy cry as I notch my swollen head at her entrance and push inside in one smooth surge. Tight, scalding perfection grips me from root to tip and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to blow like a fucking teenager.

"You were saying?" I rasp, pistoning my hips in shallow pumps that barely withdraw before plunging back into plush nirvana.

"Evil," Ginetta whimpers, locking her legs around my waist to pull me impossibly deeper. "You're trying to kill me."

I laugh breathlessly, laving my tongue over the plump swell of her lower lip. "Never, amore. Just reminding you what's important in life. Namely, me balls-deep in this succulent pussy."

To punctuate my point, I wind my hips in a sensual figure-eight that has her lashes fluttering, a broken moan vibrating against my lips. She clenches around me, fluttering and hungry. So wet.

I set a steady, rolling rhythm, savoring the lush drag of her walls, the broken hitches of her breath. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, tightening my sac into a dense ache. I grind against the swollen bud of her clit on every downstroke, my pubic bone kissing her just right.

"Dante!" She keens, her sex beginning to ripple around my thrusting length. Close. So close.

I redouble my efforts, one hand delving between our rocking bodies to rub tight circles over her straining pearl. My mouth finds her ear, tongue flicking the sensitive shell.

"Come on my cock, Ginetta," I cajole roughly, fighting the urge to explode as her silken sheath starts to milk my length in fluttering sucks. "Know you're there, baby. I can feel this hungry little pussy begging for it. Drenching me. Fucking soak me, amore. Let me feel you."

That's all it takes. With a strangled sob, she shatters, her orgasm crashing through her in shuddering waves. I growl my approval into her neck, pumping through her brutal clutch. Once, twice, three times before succumbing to the relentless pull, emptying myself inside her with a hoarse shout.

We collapse together into a sweaty tangle of limbs, hearts crashing in tandem. I hold her close as we come down, my softening cock still buried in her fluttering warmth. If I had my way, I'd never let her leave this bed. This moment of pure bliss.

But she's right, damn it. We have things to do, plans to make. With great reluctance, I pull out of her with a hiss, my release leaking from her tender flesh in pearly ropes. My spent cock twitches valiantly at the erotic sight.

Ginetta stretches with a satisfied hum, catlike and smug. The red imprint of my teeth on her collarbone draws my eye and I fight the urge to bite her again. To leave my mark on every silken inch of her.

Soon, I vow silently. Soon she'll wear my brand permanently. My ring on her finger. My name. But first, I need to ask her properly. The way she deserves.

With a final lingering kiss, we disentangle and rise to face the day. I watch Ginetta drift around my bedroom in nothing but my discarded dress shirt, her legs eating up the hem in a distracting display. My fingers itch to pull her back into my arms, spin out this quiet moment of domestic bliss. But I've got plans that won't wait.

"Get that delectable ass in the shower, woman," I growl, smacking said ass as I prowl past her towards the bathroom. "Unless you want me to drag you back to bed for round two."

She laughs and darts away from my seeking hands, a come-hither glance tossed over her shoulder. "Maybe I want you to drag me back to bed," she teases.

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