Page 34 of Now and Forever

I bucked my hips, wanting more of what he was doing.

A gasp came from my lips as he pushed one finger inside me. He stilled.

“You’re so fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I liked that he kept saying that whether it was true or not.

Dario spread my legs and resumed the kisses, lower and lower until his tongue and lips took over for his fingers, licking and lapping my core, winding me tighter and tighter as my orgasm began to build. Dario didn’t stop as my breathing grew more ragged, and I clenched the sheets at my side, tighter and tighter.

I couldn’t describe what he was doing, and at the same time, I didn’t want it to stop. A gasp preceded a shout as my body became rigid before it exploded. I’d made myself come before, but it was nothing like what was happening—a seismic earthquake followed by hundreds of thousands of aftershocks, leaving me limp as a ragdoll.

His attention went back to my mouth. His kiss and tongue shared my own taste. The warmth and weight of his body enveloped me. The length and hardness of his erection probed my stomach. I didn’t mean to shut down. But suddenly, I was overwhelmed.

It was as if a switch had been hit, and I was suddenly paralyzed.

Dario sat back and ran his finger over my cheek. “Talk to me.”

“I’ve never…that orgasm. But your erection…”

“Touch me,” he said. “You showed me. Now let me show you.”

I sat up a little on my elbows. “I’ve never…”

Dario guided my hand over the bulge not hidden in his boxer shorts. His cock was harder than I thought was possible. After looking up at his eyes, I lowered the band on his boxer shorts, releasing the biggest—the only—cock I’d ever seen. Under the moon’s light, the skin appeared stretched with veins. The surface was smooth, soft, velvety, covering the hard rod. The tip glistened in the faint light.

With each stroke, my courage returned. I leaned forward and initiated our kiss. “I want this.”

Dario pushed down his boxers and climbed between my legs.

Closing my eyes, I tried to do as he’d said earlier and concentrate on his touch and the way the warmth of his body covered me. I made myself lift my hands to his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath his heated skin. Biting my lip, I waited as his cock pressed against my entrance.

Time stood still as we lay together. Dario’s kisses resumed.

My lips.

My neck.

My breasts.

His tongue teased my nipple as he pressed into me.

I sucked in a breath.

Dario’s forehead came to mine. “I’m going slow. It will hurt,” he warned. “I give you my word, I’ll make it better.”

Staring up at his eyes, I nodded. This was my husband. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t had a say in the matter. He had. Dario said he’d chosen me. Sex was inevitable. And as his hard body lay between my bent legs and his cock teased my entrance, I wanted what came next.

“Do it.” My voice was calm despite the way my heart was thumping within my chest.

Dario pushed inside me. Pain shot through me like a knife.

Dario may be a made man. He may even be the monster he proclaimed to be. But as tears escaped my eyes, he cupped my cheek and kissed the tears away. All the while, we stayed connected. He didn’t move as I adjusted to his size.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Once again, I stared up at his orbs, trying to decipher if I saw genuine concern. “Do you really care?”

“Fuck yes. Tell me when I can move.”

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