Page 64 of Dark Mafia Bride

“Ettore...” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

“You want this,” I murmur, gently tracing her soft lower lip with my thumb. My other hand finds her waist, pulling her even closer. “You want to touch me, and you want me to touch you.”

A breathy moan escapes her lips when I lean down to kiss her neck. My teeth graze the delicate skin at the base of her throat, and she tilts her head back, inviting me for more. I bite the spot again, firm enough to leave a mark. My mark. She trembles and arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice filled with desire. “I want you. Teach me.”

“Then let go, Mirabella,” I urge, my lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Let me show you just how much I want you, too.”

Her breath catches, and I can see the fire in her eyes ignite. “I’m ready, Ettore. Just...don’t stop.”

With that, I pull her even tighter against me, savoring the moment, knowing we’re teetering on the edge of something electrifying.

My hand clamps down on her waist as I push her backward against the closed door. The moment her back comes in contact with the door, my right hand comes down to the front of her dress, and I squeeze her breast through the silk material.

A tiny noise escapes her mouth, a sound that makes me grow hard in an instant. I never knew that it was possible to be in a perpetual state of arousal, but that’s the way it’s always been ever since she got into my house, into my bedroom, into my life.

Just then, I feel her pull the band off my ponytail, releasing my hair in waves. A groan slips past my lips as her hands slip into my hair. Just the feel of her nails scraping against my scalp makes me want to go crazy. She controls me, and she doesn’t even know it.

I should stop this...we should stop. But I can’t stop. I’m like a dog on a leash, doing only what she wants. And I know she wants this.

One hand slides between her legs, trailing upward slowly until my hand is buried under her dress. She leans back slightly, panting against my mouth, her fingers still tugging and twisting my hair. I pull her dress up farther just as my knuckles brush against her clothed pussy.

“You’re wet,” I whisper, running my hand along the seam of her lace panties, brushing the edges of the fabric. I press the heel of my palm against her mound. It’s swollen and ready for me. It makes me ache deep in my bones just thinking about it, thinking about her wetness coating my dick as I push inside her.

But today isn’t about me. It’s not about what I want.

Mirabella gasps for air against my mouth as I push her panties aside and slip two fingers inside her. The sight of herflushed cheeks, her dazed eyes, her trembling body...it’s more than enough for me.

“Is this what you want?” I ask her, my voice low and rough as I pump slowly. In and out. In and out. Her fingers dig into my scalp, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the sensations swirling inside of me.

“Yes,” she breathes. “I want...I want to touch you...please.”

“Ladies first, Bella,” I say through gritted teeth as my fingers begin to move faster.

Inasmuch as I want to teach her how to please me, I can’t stop touching her. I don’t want to stop. I don’t want the sounds of her wanton moans and whimpers to cease. I want to keep feeling her wet walls clench around my fingers.

When my thumb finds her clit and begins to draw circles on the sensitive nub, she pushes her hips downwards and begins to grind against my fingers. Her breathing quickens, and when I notice her knees giving out under her, I wrap my free arm around her waist to keep her on her feet.

“Oh...Ettore,” she gasps when I add a third finger. I circle her clit faster and she lets out another moan.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmur into her ear. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her eyes are half-lidded now. She bites her lower lip as one hand slides into my hair again.

I pump her again. Once, twice, and when I curl my index finger deep inside her, her body bucks off the door, and she shudders violently as she comes undone.

“That’s it, Kitten,” I murmur, pumping her slowly now as her body spasms. “Let go.”

When she collapses against me, a chuckle leaves my lips, and a shocked gasp leaves hers when I lift her body in my arms and carry her to the bed.

“Get some rest,” I say, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You always get sleepy after an orgasm.”

“No,” she whines, and when I drop her on the bed, she quickly drops down from the bed. “You said you would teach me how to touch you. I want to touch you.”

A sharp breath leaves my lips as she steps directly in front of me. “Tell me what to do, Ettore. Tell me how you would like me to touch you...”

An image of me grabbing the back of her head while I fuck her mouth flashes in my head, and I shake the thought away. I’m too aroused now, and I know that the moment she touches me, I’ll lose the little control I’ve been trying so hard to grab onto ever since our wedding night.

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