Page 69 of Borrowed Bride

His hips pound into mine, his cock spearing as deep as he can reach and his balls slapping against my ass with each rapid thrust. I jolt up the bed with each thrust but his grip on my waist keeps us aligned and not once does he break eye contact.

Neither do I. I can’t look away from those gorgeous blue eyes, and the harder he fucks me, the more I’m certain I can see his soul.

There’s something about how intensely he looks at me that I’m certain he’s baring all to me. And I to him, to the best I can. I stroke his cheek and kiss his jaw as he pounds harder and harder into me. Pleasure swells like a bubble in my core and there’s nothing stopping it.

I want to be consumed by it, so I focus on the thrusting of his cock and the stroking of my G-spot, along with how damn good it feels to be in his arms again.

Then, with a soft cry from me and a grunt from Marco, we come together. His thrusts don’t stall. In fact, I swear he fucks me harder, and each breath is punched out of me with a little sound as my entire body rattles to his power.

My core clenches rhythmically and pleasure ripples through me, right to my fingertips. With it comes a deep sense of peace.

I am back where I belong, with the person I belong with.

Nothing else matters.

Marco doesn’t stop there. His cock remains hard post-orgasm, so he flips me onto my hands and knees and fucks me from behind just as aggressively.

With each powerful slam, he lavishes attention over my back and kisses down my spine while panting against my skin. His hands wander over my tummy and clutch at my breasts, pulling on my nipples and sending shocks of pleasure through my core. I clench each time, and suddenly Marco is focusing intently on my nipples, playing me like a fiddle.

I clutch at the bedspread and moan openly, rocking back against him as hard as I can, and far too quickly, we come together again.

There’s a moment of respite when we lay together on the bed, tangled up in each other’s arms. Marco watches me intently,touching my face and body like he’s expecting me to crumble away to dust right before his very eyes. I mirror that feeling and kiss him softly on his lips and forehead just below the bandage.

Light fades outside and shadows dance across our skin as Marco pulls me into his lap and I ride him for all I’m worth. Every bounce of my hips is me trying to get Marco so deep inside me that he can never leave me ever again. I drag my nails down his chest, careful to avoid any skin that looks tender, then cup his face and kiss him slowly.

Mouth to mouth, I moan into his and whisper his name over and over like a prayer. Marco holds me close and strokes my back, kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples each time my bouncing allows him to do so.

It’s amazing and yet not enough at the same time.

I need more. I crave more.

I come first this time, yelling out my desire without a care about who hears me. Marco comes some minutes later, after he’s thoroughly fucked my orgasm right out of me and I’m teetering on the edge of oversensitivity.

“I love you,” I gasp against him, cradling his head to my chest as I slow my bouncing and come to rest with his cock softening inside me.

“I love you too, Gianna. Sofuckingmuch.”

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MARCO

It’s a lot. It’s enough.

And at the same time, it’s not enough. Gianna sags in my arms, panting heavily against her chest as the last tendrils slowly leave her. The heat between us is incredible, and her presence keeps the pain at bay.

Maybe I’ll regret it later, but right now this is the most magical moment of my life.

Even if I’m dead, I’ll still take it.

I can’t take my eyes off of her. I need every detail of her burned into my mind so I never forget a single thing about her. From every strand of hair to every eyelash, I need to see it all.

Rolling to one side, I ease my cock out of Gianna and lay her down against the pillows. She pants, licking her lips and smiling up at me with such adoration that my heart clenches repeatedly.

I love her.

More than anything else in the entire world.

“Good?” Gianna asks softly, caressing my cheek.

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