Page 77 of Third Degree

I swear the praise that came out of this man’s mouth was like being fed candy by a god.

“Faster,” I begged him, and he obliged by plunging deeper inside of me. “You are mine.” The words escaped from my mouth unbidden, a possessive quality that I normally didn’t have, but with Elio, I didn’t want anyone else to feel the way he did.

“My beautiful wife.” He dipped down to press a kiss against my mouth as he continued to drive into me. “Who am I?” he asked me the same question from earlier.

“Elio,” I sobbed between blissful moans.

“Who am I?” He repeated, and I opened my eyes to find his face next to mine.

His eyes looked down at our bodies as they tried to mold together. When he finally looked up at me, I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer and he was almost there too.

“My husband,” I wailed. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down deep into me. “My… husband…” I managed to croak again and then suddenly I jerked underneath him.

A little wave of delight burst through my body. It soaked through my bones and veins, and I was completely and totally consumed by the ecstasy that surged within me. Every fiber of my being vibrated with the intensity of the moment, drowning out any rational thoughts about being mad or upset with him.

In that instant, all that mattered was the overwhelming connection between Elio and me, a connection that transcended any worldly constraints or concerns. The realization of my desires, intertwined with guilt and pleasure, created a whirlwind of emotions, leaving me both exhilarated and apprehensive. I was also utterly exhausted, unable to move.

After what happened tonight, though, I knew I no longer was Gianna Ricci, Mafia princess. I was Gianna Marchetti—a lover, a friend, a partner, and an equal.

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Elio

It took a moment for me to process what had actually just happened. Tonight had taken a turn that was quite unexpected.

When Gianna had walked out earlier in the evening, I would have bet my entire savings account that nothing was going to happen. Then, I was sitting in the living room, and I heard her moaning. At first, I couldn’t believe it. It had to have been a porno with the way her little whimpers were coming out.

When I realized it was Gianna who was making that noise and that she was touching herself, all bets were off. Later, when she came out of the room, it was like I could practically taste her on my tongue. What I didn’t expect and was quite pleasantly surprised by was the way she commanded. The way she dominated. The way she didn’t shy away from anything but was so willing to explore… together.

And fuck, if she was going to be the only person I was ever going to taste again, I must have gotten the golden ticket in life because her taste was a feast to my senses.

From that point forward, I vowed to never let her slip from my embrace. With whatever time we had on this earth, I would cherish every moment, holding her close, proudly declaring her as mine, and traversing the depths of our existence together. It would be an honor beyond measure to walk this journey with her.

I looked down at her with her shoulder-length black hair splayed out around the bed and looked at every dip and curve of her body. She must have been molded by the gods themselves when they created her because she was absolutely effortlessly beautiful. Even more so now as she gave everything to me, including her body.

I slowly lifted her off the bed, cradling her in my arms as I walked into the connecting bathroom. I started the bath and gently placed her in the tub. She groaned and was in a dizzy haze of being both half-awake and drowsy.

Once the water hit her, it must have jolted her awake, and her beautiful amber eyes looked straight at me.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed, coming back to reality.

I laughed at her and then went to grab some Aquaphor to put on her back. As the water ran into the tub, she sank down deeper within the bath. I couldn’t stop looking at her. The way she relaxed and gazed over at me, her expression both innocent and full of concern and care.

“Lean forward.” I grabbed her shoulders to help her. “Let me put this on you.” I sat on my knees in front of the large soaking tub.

I’d never been on my knees for anyone before, but I swear if this woman told me to jump, I would.

I poured some water over her as she groaned in delight.

“Amore, you have to stop making those noises.”

She looked over at me, and her lips turned up in delight. “Right. Low refractory period,” she joked.

I smiled with her, letting her laughter fill the room in the sweetest melody. We sat in silence for a moment while I continued to bathe her.

Then she murmured, “I’m still upset with you.”

“I know. It’s late. Let’s wait until tomorrow,” I offered, and she nodded in agreement. Gianna turned her head away from me and gazed out the window that was next to the bath.

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