Page 88 of Assassin's Obsession

My body is clamoring for me to fuck her raw but I stop moving altogether and savor the moment. I never believed sex could make two people one, but that is how I feel right now.

I'm connected so deeply with Candi, there is no ending to her and beginning of me, or vice versa.

"You're inside me." She gazes up at me with an expression in her dark eyes I've never seen before.

Completely open to me, there's no guarded look in her pretty brown irises.

"I'm inside you," I agree. Then I rub my fist over my heart. "And you are inside me."

She nods. It's not a verbal agreement but it's more than enough.

I start to move and her hips follow mine. We rock together, lost in the sensation of each other until the urgency builds to fever pitch for both of us.

Wanting to feel her come around my cock, I swivel my hips on every downward thrust, pressing my pelvic bone against her swollen clit.

She moans and gasps and watches me with an expression in her eyes I could not bear to share with another. Not even to have it painted.

"Please, Angelo, I need it. It's right there. I'm on the edge, but I can't come," she wails the last.

Her anguish shouldn't make me smile, but when she mewls like the cat I liken her to, I can't hold back the curve of my lips.

She's so far gone, she doesn't even notice.

"Don't worry, I've got you." Holding myself up with one hand, I slip the other off of her tit and slide it down between us.

And I press my thumb against the bundle of nerves that will tip her over the precipice.

Her vaginal walls contract around me like a vise just before she screams loud enough I'm glad this room is soundproof.

That sound is not for anyone else's ears.

It's my last thought before my own body goes off like a rocket pouring my essence inside her.

For the first time in my life, I wish it could take root and create a child.

Later, I think Candi is asleep when her fingertip traces the lines of black ink on my Grim Reaper tattoo. "You know how you said you're more than a hitman for the mafia? Well, you're more than Death to me too. You could break my heart, Angelo."

When I wake up from our post coital nap, her words are still ringing in my head.You could break my heart.

I've never been that to someone. The person who could break their heart. My mom couldn't leave me behind fast enough when she returned to Sicily.

Nonno and nonna cared about me.

Nonno never let the fact that he'd married my nonna after my biological grandfather died stand between us. He called me his grandson and his word was law.

Nonna found my lack of emotion difficult, but she claimed to love me all the same.

Nonno said my dad's family, the Carusos, were wrong. That I would make a fine made man one day and he would be proud to sponsor me intola famiglia.

But if I had died, or run away, it wouldn't have broken his or nonna's heart.

I don't inspire that sort of feeling in others.

Except Candi.

The sound of Candi's phone ringing breaks into my reverie. After a couple of rings, mine starts going off as well. There's only one number besides Candi's programmed to ring through my DND setting.

Severu De Luca's.

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