Page 25 of Bound By Honor

Her body jolts when I kiss her navel, her hands gripping the sheets. Her breathing grows faster, shallower, each inhale a soft moan. Her legs part slightly, and I catch the first intoxicating scent of her arousal.

“God, Aurora,” I breathe, unable to hold back my admiration. “Beautiful.”

I press a soft kiss to the sensitive skin above her mons, my fingers gently parting her folds.

“Merda,” I curse, reality crashing in. “No condom.” The words taste bitter, my body screaming in protest at the thought of stopping.

“I’m on the pill.” Her soft voice is edged with impatience, her hips arching toward me. “Please, Luciano. Now.”

But as I press forward, something stops me, an unexpected barrier that makes me pause. Her breath catches, her eyes flying wide.

“Wait.” I pull back, realization dawning. “You’re?—“

Her hands grip my shoulders, halting my retreat. “Yes. I’m a virgin.” She bites her lip, her gaze challenging and uncertain. “Does that change your mind?”

My chest tightens painfully. Aurora, defiant, rebellious Aurora, had never...

“No.” I reach for her, wrapping my arms around her and drawing her close. “It doesn’t change anything. I’m honored. I’m overwhelmed that you would choose me for this.”

She relaxes against me, her hands fisting in my hair. “Then stop thinking,” she whispers, pulling my head down for a demanding kiss.

When she finally releases me, I trail soft kisses down her neck, tasting the delicate skin as I settle between her thighs. I part her gently, easing into her inch by inch, feeling her soft gasps against my mouth.

“Aurora,” I murmur against her sensitive skin, “tell me if I hurt you.”

“You don’t.” Her eyes search mine, her voice barely above a whisper. “Keep going.”

I move slowly, feeling each infinitesimal clench of her body around me. “You’re so tight,” I breathe, marveling at the sensation, the heat, the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me.

She nods, her eyes closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she adjusts to my size. I press forward, her arousal easing my path, filling her completely.

Aurora’s head falls back against the pillows, a soft cry escaping her throat, and I freeze, waiting for any sign ofdiscomfort. But instead, she arches against me, her nails biting into my shoulders.

“More,” she demands, her eyes flashing open to meet mine. “Don’t stop.”

I start to move, slowly at first, but her hands urge me on, grasping my back, her legs tangling with mine.

“Luciano.” Her whisper is insistent. “Faster.”

I respond with a guttural growl, my body taking over as I thrust into her with a primal need that surpasses everything—control, restraint, and guilt. Each thrust becomes more urgent, more frantic, fueled by months of denied attraction and the exquisite feeling of being inside her.

“Harder,” she gasps, her head tossing on the pillows. “Luciano, please.”

The plea breaks something in me, and I give her what she’s asking for. My thrusts become rougher, more demanding. My hands grasp her hips, guiding, holding her as I claim her body with fierce possession. Our ragged breathing and the wet, intimate sounds of our passion fill the room.

“Luciano,” she cries out, her back arching as her climax overtakes her. Her inner muscles pulse around me, her soft core squeezing me in tight waves of pleasure. I keep moving, drawing out her release, my name a broken mantra on her lips.

When her shudders finally subside, I slow, cradling her against my chest.

“Aurora,” I breathe, savoring the feel of her heart pounding beneath my hand.

“I’m okay.” Her head turns slightly, her lips finding my neck for a soft, tender kiss that steals my breath. “Better than okay.”

The silence that follows is comfortable, heavy with unspoken emotions and the weight of what just happened between us. The sheets still carry our combined warmth, and Aurora’sjasmine perfume mingles with the heady scent of sex and sweat. Somewhere in the distance, a clock ticks away borrowed time.

The door crashes open with such force the hinges shriek in protest. The sharp tang of gunmetal fills the air before I even see them—Dominic, Enzo, and Marco, their shadows stretching across the bedroom floor like accusers.

“Dio santo.”The words taste like ash in my mouth. In the split second before hell breaks loose, I throw myself over Aurora, yanking the sheet up to cover her. The fabric is still warm from our passion, now a futile shield against the cold reality crashing in.

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