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I thrust deeper, then slide out slowly, savoring every moment. She nods, encouraging me with this pace. Our love language was texting, but sex comes just as easily to us. She doesn’t have to say anything.

Again, I push deep, all the way into her perfectly wet pussy, my tip aching when I reach all the way to the hilt, as far as any man will ever get with my woman.My woman. I’m tired of running from it. If it feels this natural, if it always has, why fight it?

We slip and slide at this pace for minutes, maybe ten, maybe longer, maybe less. Time means nothing as her body opens for me. I feel her body relaxing, her moans getting sweeter.

She smiles, self-assured. She’s got no reason not to be. Her nakedness shows her curves in all their perfect glory. Her eyes aren’t so naïve anymore. “Is that… all you… got?”

I grin, growling at the same time. It’s a sign of who I am, the mix of the good and the bad, the enforcer and the savior.

“Don’t tempt me, Snapshot.”

“But that’s what I’m made for. To tempt you.”

I arch my back, drive my dick deep into her pussy. With a moan, she falls back onto the bed, bouncing before sitting up again. She nods at me as her hands roam over her luscious mounds. She knows how to make me even wild, knows how to drive my appetite past hunger straight to dependence.

Her hands highlight the size of her breasts, her touch sinking deeper into her fullness. I move quicker, harder, with more urgency, my dick making slick noises in her inexperienced slit as I fuck her hard. The mattress groans. Neither of us cares. We couldn’t give a single fuck.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps, struggling to push the words out.

She does the sexiest thing I can imagine. She grabs my shoulders and pushes me sideways. I fall onto my back, and then she climbs on top of me. She purses her lips. For a moment, it’s like she’ll let nervousness win. But then she presses her hand on the hard muscles of my chest and starts rocking her hips.

My balls swell, the release rushing up my thickness. My dick aches as she shifts back and forth, grinding her eager passage up and down my cock. I sink my hands into the plumpness of her ass, massaging, caressing, almost losing it.

When she finally gasps and collapses on me, her pulsing pussy telling me everything I need to know about whether she’s climaxing, it’s a relief. My balls feel like they can finally explode.

Hot seed rushes up my rod. She finds my lips as we reach our shared finish, not caring that she’s tasting her own release. The steamier, the closer, the more intimate, the better.

I flip her over again, staring into her eyes as we both let out shaky breaths of belonging as I pulse one final time.

I almost sayI love you. She opens her mouth to say something, but she holds it back. Somehow, I know it was going to be the same thing. Don’t ask me how I know. It’s like her eyes are texting it directly into my soul. But then she turns away.

She can’t face it. There are still obstacles.

Her dad. My actions tonight might get me caught or, worse, killed.

I lie down and pull her into my arms, stroking my hand through her hair, savoring the warmth of her cheek against my chest. Tomorrow will bring complications. Life will never be straightforward for an uncle and his niece or a mafia man and his Snapshot.

Just because something is difficult, it doesn’t mean we’ll quit.

I try to make myself say it. It’s the truth. I can’t fight this natural feeling.

I love her. I think I fell for her the second I saw her standing in the street, gazing up in awe at the skyscrapers with a gorgeously curious look on her face.

Maybe she can sense something. She murmurs, “That was so perfect. Nothing could ruin this moment, could it? Nothing.”

I wonder if she’s giving me a message.Don’t ruin it with promises you can’t keep. Love means a future, and we can’t guarantee that.

CHAPTER 25

ARRIANA

When I awake, life is perfect for a few long moments. I am free to lie in my man’s arms without restriction. I don’t care that he’s my uncle. His actions are of no concern to me. I don’t care about what might happen. All that matters is his warmth and his strong arm wrapped around me.

Then I hear my phone buzz from the side table. The only person in the world I want to text me is sleeping next to me, but I still feel that itch to check it. I sit up, looking down at my man, my savior, before I pick up my cell.

For the first time I can remember, he looks completely peaceful. He’s got a slight smile on his lips. A very light layer of stubble covers his face, grown overnight. His body is even more tempting now that I know what he feels like. When he slid inside of me, it was heaven. There was no nervousness, no regret, no anxiety. There was nothing butus.

The text is from my aunt.

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