Page 8 of Dark Mafia Bride

Instead, I lift her body in my arms. She instinctively wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed, gently placing her on top of the white sheets. I stand over her at the edge, unable to tear my gaze from her as I struggle to keep my dark lust on a leash.

She blinks up at me dazedly, and her cheeks are flushed pink. A sharp breath leaves my lips when she gets on her knees and swiftly pulls her dress over her head, leaving her in a matching pair of a black lace bra and panties.

She tosses the piece of cloth aside, and just as I think I’m still in control, she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her smooth, round, olive-toned breasts as they spill free. Her nipples, slightly darker than the rest of her skin, harden underneath my stare.

“You like watching me undress, don’t you?” she murmurs, those deep brown eyes of hers undressing me.

I run a hand through my wild locks before stepping toward the edge of the bed. She watches me as I sink onto my knees before pulling her legs to the edge of the bed. A gasp escapes her lips when I rip her cheap, lace panties before I pull the material down her thighs and throw them carelessly to the floor. My cock twitches at the sight of her pussy, already wet and glistening.

Her hips arch forward as I kiss her ankle.

“Have you ever been kissed here before?” I ask, flicking my tongue over her soft skin.

“No,” she whispers.

My mouth trails a wet path up to her knee, and her pants become louder, faster.

“What about here?” The deep murmur echoes through the quiet room. She lets out an involuntary shudder as I bite the skin just above her knee.

“No.”

My tongue circles the spot before moving torturously slow to her inner thigh. Her hands find their way to my hair and tug on it, urging me to hurry. I smile before moving to the apex of her thighs.

My tongue darts out to lick the wet folds of her pussy. A loud moan slips through her lips, and I groan in approval, sucking her even deeper.

“How many men have touched you here?” I ask.

“Zero.” She throws her head back and moans as my fingers play with her entrance.

I hum softly as I continue my ministrations, alternating between licking, sucking and biting softly until her knees start to shake. I hold her hips still as I continue to lap at her wetness, relishing the sound of her wanton moans as she reaches the brink of her orgasm.

When I pull away to look at her face, satisfaction warms my blood at the sight of her—flushed and panting, with a red blush on her cheeks.

I stand and begin to undress. She watches me raptly as I unbutton my shirt, undo my belt, and pull down my briefs until I’m naked before her.

“You like watching me undress, don’t you?” I repeat the question she asked me a few minutes ago. A flash of amusement appears in her eyes, but it quickly disappears as I grab a condom from the pocket of my pants and roll the latex over my hard length.

“Spread your legs, Kitten,” I murmur as I approach the bed.

She obeys, spreading herself wide for me. A groan rumbles out of my throat as I climb onto the mattress over her, my cock pulsing as it brushes against her thigh.

“Are you ready?” I ask her, pressing my dick against her wet opening.

Her hip bucks upward as she grabs my shoulder. “Yes...”

I sink in slowly, taking her inch by inch. She moans and closes her eyes, her hands gripping onto the sheets as I sink deeper inside her. Tears pool at the corners of her eyes, and I let out a curse.

“Are you okay?” I grit my teeth and halt my movements.

“Yes,” she gasps, opening her eyes to look at me. “Don’t stop.”

I press a kiss against her neck before dragging my mouth down to take one nipple into my mouth. Her hands sink into my hair again, her nails scraping against my scalp. When I feel she’s adjusted, I sink further into her, letting out a low hiss when the full weight of my cock stretches her body.

I wait for a few seconds before pulling out to thrust forward again. She whimpers loudly against my ear. The sound sends a shiver of lust racing down my spine.

“Again,” she pleads as I plunge deeper into her body. “Please, Ettore.”

Her voice sounds wrecked, pleading, and needy. I take her second nipple into my mouth as I slam into her. She gasps, a low whimper escaping her lips. The sound causes another wave of desire to shoot down my shaft.

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