Page 55 of Triplets for the Mafia Prince

“More… I need more…”

He withdraws and slides in, slow and sure. My body is on fire, need coiling tight around him.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” I arch, my hands gripping his back. “More,” I demand again.

He moves in long, slow strokes, in and out, in and out. “Fuck… Bella.” In the next breath, he slams in, his movements quick and frenetic. “I’m going to come…”

I’m gripping onto him like my world is about to shatter. Pressure builds. I hit the limit. A long, feral moan escapes my lips as pleasure blasts through my body, radiating out until I feel it in every cell of my body.

“Yes! Fuck! Come on my cock, Bella.” He’s pistoning in and out until he finally gives a hard thrust and grinds against me. He does it again, and again, until finally, he collapses on me.

I continue to hold on to him as my lungs try to draw in breath. I pulse around him still, even as the rest of me is completely boneless.

He lifts his head and looks down on me. “You alright?”

That annoys me. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He must decide that’s a good response as he says, “No reason. Not after that orgasm you just had.”

“What about you?” I ask. “Didn’t I just give you one too?”

He dips his head and sucks on my nipple again. “Couldn’t you tell?”

“Yes. I rocked your world, Nic. I know I did.” Actually, I’m not sure. Nic’s had tons of women. Women who know what to do. Maybe it wasn’t as good as with them, but it couldn’t have been bad, right?

“Consider me rocked.” He’s got a smirk on his face as he pulls back, reaching between us. His brow furrows. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

His fingers seem to be doing something around his penis, still partly inside me.

“Nothing. It’s okay.” He finally moves back, taking the condom off and tying it. “Let me dispose of this.”

I nod, feeling a little bit let down that he’s leaving me. Shouldn’t there be snuggling in the afterglow? I remind myself that this is just sex.

I dress and then wrap myself in one of the blankets and organize the others to keep us warm through the night.

When he returns, I admire his naked body one last time as he dresses. “I’m starving. How about you?”

I nod and put together our meager meal. I’m not regretting this. I don’t wish I’d waited, after all. But I’m fighting the disappointment that this moment isn’t more romantic.

I wake slowly,consciousness seeping in like warm honey. Nic's body curls around mine, his arm draped over my waist, breath steady against my neck. The blankets cocoon us on the living room floor where we fell asleep in front of the fireplace.

Through heavy-lidded eyes, I watch the dying embers glow orange and red. The fire still burns low, which means Nic must have gotten up during the night to add more logs. The thought of his tending to the fire while I slept makes my chest tight with emotion. Maybe this isn’t romantic, but he is looking out for me. No one has ever watched over me like this before.

The early morning light filters weakly through the windows. I nestle deeper into Nic's warmth, savoring this peaceful moment. Here, wrapped in his arms, I feel completely safe for the first time in my life. Not the false security of my father's protection or the imagined safety I'd hoped to find with Don Nardone in New York. This is different. It feels real and solid and true.

But I know it’s a mirage. Or maybe it’s just this moment. When we return to real life, I know I’ll have to face danger with Nic. I believe he’ll do what he can to keep me safe, but I also know there’s no guarantee that he’ll succeed.

Nic shifts slightly in his sleep, pulling me closer. His face is buried in my hair, his legs tangled with mine. The steady rise and fall of his chest against my back matches the quiet crackling of the remaining embers.

"You okay?" His voice is soft.

Heat rushes to my cheeks as memories of last night flood back. His hands, his mouth, the way he felt moving inside me.

"I'm a little sore.” A shy smile tugs at my lips. "But in a good way."

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