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“I’m going to come,” I pant.

“Hold on, just a little longer,” he purrs against my clit, the vibrations alone sending me plummeting toward the edge.

“I can’t,” I cry.

“Yes, you can.” He sucks and licks, his fingers thrusting harder, deeper, and I’m nothing but a raging ball of blazing sensations.

I hold off for another few seconds before that buzz ignites at the base of my spine.

“Come for me, Isabella,” he murmurs against my clit before his tongue spins in another devastating circle.

With one final thrust of those magical digits, I soar over the edge, crying his name. My fingers dig into his hair, reveling in the silky tendrils as a roar of ecstasy pounds through me. I ride the wave of pleasure as smoldering irises bore into me, enjoying every second of my release.

I’m nothing but a boneless, quivering mess a long minute later.

Raf crawls up the length of me, and I feel his cock still heavy against my belly. His eyes sparkle with mirth, pupils blown out with lust. “Don’t you dare tell me you’re tired already,principessa. We’re just getting started.”

CHAPTER 39

YOU’RE MINE

Isabella

Raffaele’s eyes sear into mine as he hovers over me, the crown of his enormous cock nudging at my entrance. He drops gentle kisses along my jaw and slowly moves up my ear. With each brush of his lips, the pressure builds between my legs. He’s trying to distract me, attempting to slip inside me. But despite how wet I am, he’s huge and the initial penetration is going to hurt. I try to look at it clinically, logically. But in the end, it’s still my vagina about to be split open by that monstrous cock.

“Isa?” His eyes find mine once more, the torrent of emotions streaking through those bottomless irises startling. “Are you ready?”

My head bounces up and down enthusiastically, but he must read the fear in my eyes because he pulls back, bracing his arms on either side of my head.

“Don’t lie to me,principessa.”

“I’m not.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.

“There is no rush. We don’t have to do this tonight…”

I wrap my hands around his perfect ass and drive him closer, so his head once again sits firmly poised at my center. “I want to… I wantyou.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that, right?”

My head dips, but my heart soars. And as much as I feel the truth in his words, what if we realize what a bad idea this is? The fact that he agreed to the whole thing is a miracle, and I’m terrified he’ll take it back.

And despite feeling a little guilty about abandoning Serena, I lace my arms around his neck and curl my legs around his back, baring myself to him. “I’m ready.”

“Okay.” The corners of his eyes crinkle, a wary expression flitting over the typically determined set of his jaw. “I’ll go slowly, and if it hurts just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

Right.

He presses a kiss to my forehead then blows out a breath, wild eyes chasing to mine. “Just so that we’re clear, I’ve never done this gently before. So I’ll need you to guide me.”

I nod as a tremor of fear surges up my spine. I’m not surprised, Raf doesn’t seem like a guy who ever made love to a woman. He’s probably as ruthless in bed as he is in real life.

“Just keep your eyes on me,principessa.” His deep timbre soothes the building turmoil and once he captures me in that gaze, the remaining panic starts to recede. He kisses me softly at first, then his mouth becomes more demanding much like the second surge of fire kindling in my core.

I’m still buzzing from the first orgasm, but the thought of his cock inside me has those embers igniting all over again. His hand moves down my body, caressing my breasts, running down my abs and leaving a blaze in its wake. Then he angles himself at my entrance, and my entire body tenses again.

“Isabella,” he whispers, the desire lacing his tone loosening my muscles a tiny bit. “You have to relax, or it’ll never work.”

“Okay, I can do this.” I draw in a deep breath as he runs his head through my wet folds, and I focus on each little nerve-ending alight in pleasure.

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