Page 126 of Monster in Disguise

His other hand skims up my leg, tugging at the hem of my dress until it falls off me. I stand before him in a simple white bra and cotton underwear. Even though he has seen me naked before, I can't help the heat that flushes my face as Marcello leans back to take in my body, his eyes roaming hungrily over every inch of me.

With a playful swat, I try to push him away, feeling slightly embarrassed to be the center of his attention. Instinctively, I cross my arms and turn my head to the side.

"Lina, don't hide from me," he softly admonishes, gently untangling my arms and leaving a sweet kiss in the center of my chest, between my breasts.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. If I could capture this image in my mind forever, I would." His warm breath caresses my skin as he speaks, slowly trailing upwards towards my neck with his touch tickling and delighting me all at once.

"Thank you," I whisper shyly, feeling overwhelmed by his proximity. "You're really handsome too."

His chest rumbles with laughter and he leans in to whisper in my ear, his lips nibbling and teasing before taking my lobe between them. "I'm glad you think so."

As he reaches under me to unclasp my bra and slide it off my arms, he continues to murmur soothing words in my ear. My eyes flutter closed as I revel in the feel of his bare skin pressed against mine. Soon enough, my underwear follows suit.

Driven by an unfamiliar urgency, I pull at his belt, desperate to be even closer to him. He helps me unzip his pants and I use my feet to tug them down. And finally, when we are both fully naked, I wrap my legs around him, needing him to fill the void within me.

"Not yet, love." His hand sneaks between our bodies, touching me, feeling how much he affects me. "You're not ready," he says, and my brows furrow at his words.

"I'm ready, so ready. Please." How can he not see how ready I am, want dripping from my very being?

He chuckles and shakes his head, giving me a quick kiss before lowering himself between my legs.

I just want him inside!My mind is screaming, but as his tongue makes contact with my flesh, I can't be mad anymore.

I fall back onto the mattress, eyes wild, legs on his shoulders and hands in his hair.

He's killing me.

My breathing picks up, my body responding to every touch.

"Marcello," I gasp, that elusive feeling nearing ever so slightly.

My thighs clench, tightening around his head. His hands on my butt draw me closer, his movements increasing, his tongue wringing every bit of pleasure from my body.

Until it all collapses.

"Mar-cello!" I moan out loud, feeling my body go limp.

Marcello's lips press gently against my stomach, his head resting on the slight curve. My fingers tense as I remember the stretch marks that adorn my belly from pregnancy, but he stops me from pushing him away.

"Don't," his voice is filled with tenderness and a hint of awe. His hand rests on the most prominent scar, tracing it delicately.

"It's not pretty," I try to stop him, placing my hand over his.

"But it is," he interrupts, dropping another kiss on the marred skin. "Because it gave life. Never be ashamed of it, Lina."

His words wash over me like a warm embrace, causing tears to well up in my eyes. He sees the scars as symbols of strength and sacrifice, not flaws or imperfections.

"You gave up everything for your beautiful baby girl when others wouldn't. This is your badge of honor, Lina."

"Thank you," my voice catches in my throat. It's the first time someone has acknowledged my sacrifices for Claudia, the first time anyone has seen them as anything but shameful.

"You have no idea how much that means to me," I whisper, running my fingers through his hair in gratitude and love. He truly understands and appreciates what I've been through as a mother.

With a fiery fervor, he moves up my body, his lips finding mine in a scorching kiss. All other thoughts dissipate as I surrender to the overwhelming sensation.

He settles between my legs, slowly entering me with each deliberate thrust. My arms wrap around his strong form, holding onto him as he lavishes attention on every inch of my body. With each touch and stroke, he worships me like I am the most precious thing in the world. I can do nothing but gaze into his intense eyes, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over me.

But it's almost too much to handle.

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