Page 76 of Of Oaths and Secrets

Her hands are in my hair, tugging, pulling me closer, and I growl, biting down gently on the tender flesh of her breast, loving the way her body shudders beneath me. I trail kisses lower, my tongue dipping into the curve of her belly, and I grab the jar of honey sitting nearby. I pour a slow, golden stream of it over her stomach, watching as it drips down between her thighs.

“Rafa…” she gasps, her body writhing beneath me as I spread her legs wider, licking the honey from her skin. “Oh god…”

I lean down, my tongue flicking over her slick folds, and she moans, her hips bucking against me. She’s wet, so fucking wetfor me, and the taste of her mixed with the honey is enough to make me lose my mind. I grip her thighs tighter, my fingers digging into her flesh as I devour her, my tongue swirling over her clit, teasing her, driving her higher and higher.

“Rafaele!” she cries, her body trembling as she grips the edge of the counter. “Please… I’m going to?—”

But I don’t stop. I push two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she screams, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Her body spasms, tightening around my fingers, and I groan, the sight and taste of her coming undone pushing me closer to the edge.

I pull away, my cock painfully hard, throbbing with need, and I stand between her legs, gripping her hips as I line myself up with her entrance.

“Do you want me?” I ask, my voice rough, almost desperate.

“Yes,” she gasps, her hands gripping my arms as she looks up at me. “All of you.”

With one powerful thrust, I’m inside her, burying myself deep in her tight, wet heat. She moans loudly, her head falling back as I begin to move, slow at first, savoring the feel of her wrapped around me, her body squeezing me like a vice.

“You’re mine,” I growl, my hands tightening on her hips, hard enough to leave marks. “All mine.”

Her moans turn into gasps as I pick up the pace, my hips slamming against hers, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the empty kitchen. She clings to me, her nails raking down my back, and I can feel her getting closer again, her body tightening around me as I fuck her harder, faster.

“Rafa… I’m… oh god…” she cries, her body trembling as she grips the counter for support.

I reach down, my thumb pressing against her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, and she explodes, her second orgasm ripping through her, her entire body shaking beneath me.

I groan, my own release barreling toward me, and with a final, deep thrust, I come inside her, spilling everything I have as I growl her name, my body shaking from the intensity of it all.

For a moment, we’re both frozen, gasping for breath, still joined, still trembling. I look down at her—flushed, beautiful,mine—and I lean down, kissing her deeply, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body against mine.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I whisper against her lips, my voice raw with the depth of my need. “I’ll never get enough.”

“I don’t want you to ever get enough of me, Rafaele. I’m… I care for you,” she says, her voice unsteady, and though she doesn’t say it all, I can feel the gravity of her unspoken words.

I pull her closer, holding her tightly against me, letting her words sink in. I think the rest, though neither of us says it aloud yet. Something terrifying is happening to me—I’m falling in love with her. And worse? I want to.

She rests her forehead against mine, both of us catching our breath. Our bodies are tangled together, the warmth of her skin pressed against mine. Slowly, the moment of intensity begins to fade, but the closeness remains. Her fingers trace absent patterns on my chest, and I let my hand slide down her back, savoring every inch of her.

“You realize we can’t stay like this forever, right?” she murmurs, a small laugh escaping her as she glances around the kitchen.

I smile, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “I know.” My voice is lighter, but inside, I still feel that weight—that pull toward her.

Reluctantly, I move back, helping her shift off me, her legs still trembling a bit as we disentangle from each other. I adjust myself, catching her gaze as she straightens her clothes. She looks flustered, radiant, and I want nothing more than to pull her into me again.

But for now, I step back, letting her catch her breath, though the truth lingers between us: I’m in too deep. And the frightening part? I don’t want to pull away.

“You’re dangerous, Nora Lucchese,” I say softly, meeting her eyes.

She raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Dangerous? Says the mafia prince?”

I grin, but inside, it’s anything but a joke. She has no idea how true that is. “Yeah. Dangerous.”

She steps closer, brushing her fingers along my jaw. “Maybe we’re dangerous together.”

I grab her hand and kiss her palm, keeping it there just long enough to feel her pulse against my lips. “Together,” I say, my voice low, filled with a promise I never thought I’d make.

Because without a shadow of a doubt, I know I’d kill anyone who tried to take her from me. Even my father. Especially him if it came to that.

The irony isn't lost on me. Me—the epitome of loyalty—would betray anyone for this woman. My father always taught me that loyalty is the ultimate strength, the foundation of power. But now, I understand something he never could: I’ve found the price of my loyalty, the price of my sanity, and it’s her—this five-one, curvy goddess who has wrapped herself around my heart.

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