Page 36 of Bound to the Mafia King

His tongue moved against mine, coaxing me to fall into him deeper.

Fire. Every inch of my body was scorched by the burning flames of this man, and I kept getting lost in him. I never wanted to be found again. He was everything and more. I didn't care about anything else aside from him. He consumed me like a black hole.

His hands moved up and down the length of my body, feeling every inch and curve as if he was feeling me for the first time. Never in my life had I felt so adored.

But I didn't want this gentle and sweet stuff that he was doing. I wanted him to ravage me and to defile me the way that I knew he was capable of.

I ripped my lips from his. His eyes were laden with lust and passion, his irises dilated from the sheer passion.

“I want you to fuck me, Valerio. Don’t hold me like I'm made of porcelain. Make me feel like a woman,your woman.”

For tonight, I would be his for tonight.

His eyes darkened. “I won’t.”

“What?”

“Stop it.” He grabbed my face in both his large hands. “I can see where your mind is taking you, and trust me when I tell you this,cielo, you are sexy as fuck. Every time I’m near you I have to hold myself back. All I have ever wanted was to ravage your body. To feel your soft skin against my calloused palms. To feel you, taste you… adore you.” He drew his face closer to mine, but only enough so I could feel his hot breath fanning my face.

“I won't fuck you, Anastasia. I fuck whores and prostitutes because that is what they are worth to me. A cheap and meaningless fuck. But I will not and will never fuck you. Your body deserves to be adored and worshiped like the goddess you are. I don't know how many men have touched this body before me. From this moment on, this body belongs to me and me alone. I will worship every inch of skin you allow me to touch, and I will claim it as mine. I want you to feel me right down to the marrow of your bones. I don't want to dominate you the way I did those women. Understand?”

His lips brushed against mine gently, sending electrical currents throughout my body.

“I said,” his hand came down hard on my ass sending a rippling wave of pleasure through my body, “Understand?”

“Yes,” I breathed my response. My body melted into his, wanting to have every inch of my skin against his.

Our mouths found each other again, colliding like two opposing forces. Teeth against teeth, our lips moving to the rhythm of the dance that only we knew the steps to.

Layer by layer, we clawed at the clothes that kept us apart. There was a feral kind of hunger that could only be described as bloodlust. We had been playing this little push-and-pull game for so long, but the time had finally come for us to come undone.

We stood there in the middle of my room, chest to chest, bare naked and exposed.

We had been waiting for this moment since we first locked eyes in that gala room. There had been that invisible tether that had always drawn us to each other.

He smashed our lips back together again, and this time, he lifted me into his arms and walked us to what I presumed to be the bed. My mind was too preoccupied to even care. All I cared about was his body against mine and his cock inside of me.

He laid me down on the bed and aligned himself between my legs. Never once did his lips leave mine. It was only when I felt his hands reach between us and his fingers tickle my clit that I pull away from him with a gasp. My back lifted off the mattress, but he pushed me back down with his body weight. His lips peppered hot wet kisses up and down my neck.

“Oh my God…” I moaned into the room. “Fuck.”

He worked me until I was putty in his hands. He pulled his hand away and used his knees to pull my legs further apart, allowing him more access to my pussy. He moved his tip up and down my slick folds. My lips throbbed with anticipation.

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to my lips. They molded against each other perfectly, and my entire body came to life again.

I could not believe that I had been denying myself the pleasure of having him. I never wanted to forget this feeling. I wanted to commit it to memory. I never wanted this to end.

We pulled apart to stare into each other's eyes. The magnetic current that moved between us could only be described as out of this world. It was this force that I couldn't quite put into words.

His arms shook as he tried to strain himself to not crush me under his weight. I placed my hand on his forearm and tilted my head to the side to observe him for a moment.

Red cheeks, sweat beading the forehead, and the baby hairs clinging to his skin from the heat. His eyes darkened with lust and passion, an animalistic kind of stare in his irises that left me yearning and calling for more.

“You look beautiful.” The sweet confession left my lips.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine for a few seconds before he pulled away. “I’ve never heard that one before.”

“You are.” I meant every single word. I had no idea where this boldness was coming from, but I wanted him to know. I needed him to feel what I was feeling.

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