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Home.

Where I belong.

I fuck her hard, the water splashing all around us and onto the floor. Her moans turn into screams, and I go blind with the crazed need to fuck her until I’m imprinted inside her. I want her to feel me for days. I want her to know that not telling me she was on the pill has kept us from fucking like this for two days.

A little punishment with her pleasure.

The telltale fire starts to travel down my spine, starting at the base of my neck, and settling at the base of my spine. I fight it for as long as I can. I want to keep fucking her. Ihave tokeep fucking her.

I fuck her through her first orgasm, almost blowing my load with how tight she’s squeezing me. Her pussy is pulsating around me, but I keep going.

I know her body now, and I can feel another orgasm building in her, so I drop a little lower to fuck her upwards at a slightly different angle that I know will hit that spot deep inside her that will be her undoing.

Over and over, I hit that spot, and her screams grow louder and louder. Music to my fucking ears.

“Give me another one, Mia,” I growl out, and she wails out a scream that has her body vibrating and her pussy sucking my orgasm right out of me.

Groaning, I let her take me with her and slam into her one last time as my cum shoots into her, coating her insides and marking her as mine, and only mine.

I’ve never done that with any other woman and it feels like the most powerful gift I can give Mia. She’s giving me all her firsts and I’m giving her all the ones I have left.

Chapter 24

Mia

I can’t move or take a step without feeling the aftereffect of Santino taking me the way he did in the bathtub.

He was like an uncaged beast, not holding anything back, and I took it all, wanting it all, and loving it all.

Santino went to make the breakfast he promised me, but I’ve been slow to get dressed and meet him in the kitchen. It feels like I’ve fought a battle, physically and mentally, and now that I’m in the calm aftermath, I’m a little lost.

I’m so sore, I put on yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt, not trying to attract Santino in any way. I can’t take anymore today. In the best way possible, that is. But still.

I slowly shuffle out of the room and down the hall. “Mmm,” I hum, “the coffee smells good.”

I sidle up onto one of the stools around the kitchen island and Santino pours me a cup from the pot and places it in front of me with a small carton of creamer.

“Thank you.” I wiggle to adjust myself and wince.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” The worry in his voice is sweet.

“Just sore. I’ll be fine.” I pour a little cream into my coffee and stir it. “I don’t mind, actually,” I add quietly, feeling my cheeks heat.

Santino moves my hair over my shoulder and runs his fingers across my cheeks. “You don’t mind, huh?” he asks with a little smug smirk.

“No, I don’t. But I can’t dothatagain for a while. At least for the rest of today.”

“Understood, my bride.” Giving me a gentle kiss on the lips, he goes back to cooking me breakfast and I prop my elbows on the counter and watch him. He’s only in a pair of low-slung sweatpants, which leaves his perfectly sculpted back, arms, chest, and abs as my view with my morning coffee.

He looks quite domestic, and I quite like it. I like it a lot.

I knew I was falling in love with him on our date a few days ago, but this weekend has connected us in a way that I can’t even put into words.

I gave him my body, soul, and heart every time he touched me, slide into me, and made me float amongst the stars. I handed him all the pieces of me he needs to break me beyond repair, and after this morning, I’m a little scared.

I’m scared that I’ve given into him too quickly and too wholly. I’m scared he’s too good to be true and this is all going to blow up in my face.

“What are you thinking?” Santino asks, placing a plate of pancakes in front of me, shaking me from my thoughts.

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