Page 97 of Dark Mafia Bride

Her breath catches, and I see her eyes flicker between mine and my lips, like she’s struggling to catch up with what I’m saying.

“Even if it was a fake marriage, I knew I didn’t want to be with anyone else. I wantedyou. I wantyou, and I will always want you, Bella. Always.”

Her eyes fill with tears, and my heart lurches as she slowly leans up toward me, her lips trembling with the words she’s about to say.

“I love you too, Ettore,” she whispers, and the weight of it crushes me in the best possible way. I watch the last of her defenses slip away, fall to the ground like crumbling walls, leaving her raw and vulnerable before me. I see her, all of her, unguarded, and I don’t want to ever look away.

“But...what does that mean for us?” she asks, her voice small, the fear and doubt still clinging to her, despite the hope in her eyes.

I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close, feeling her warmth seep into me. “It means we’re together now,” I say softly, my voice firm. “For real this time.”

A shiver runs through her, and a shaky laugh escapes her lips. “This wasn’t part of the plan, Ettore.”

“Screw the plan,” I say, my voice low, before I lean down and capture her lips in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs.

The moment our lips meet, everything crashes down around me. The world falls away, and all I can feel is her—her softness, her warmth, the way her body fits perfectly against mine. I pull her closer, my hands desperate to hold onto her as I pour every ounce of emotion, every beat of my heart into that kiss.

She’s everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted and more. Every part of me belongs to her now, and every part of her belongs to me. And in that kiss, I know—this is real. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, and I’m never letting go.

I hold her tightly, but with a gentleness, as if she’s made of delicate glass. My hands roam over her, memorizing every contour, every curve, every inch. It all belongs to me.Shebelongs to me. She moans softly against my lips, her small hand finding the back of my neck, pulling me closer. In the distance, the waves crash against the shore, a steady rhythm to our own.

Slowly, I ease us down onto the sand, leaning back against the sturdy trunk of the palm tree. I guide Mirabella onto my lap until she’s straddling me, her breath hitching as her hips press against me. I hold her waist firmly, keeping her close, and trail kisses down her neck, tasting the warmth of her skin, savoring each moment as if it’s our last.

“Ettore,” she gasps when, with one swift pull, I tug her sundress over her head, leaving her in the flimsy bikini from earlier.

“I’ve been dying to fuck you in these since we got here,” I groan against her lips, running my thumbs along the sides of her breasts. Her breath hitches in her throat when I untie the strap of her bikini top, letting her breasts fall free in my arms. I grab the two globes, which look a little fuller, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers.

She threads her fingers through my hair, grinding softly against my clothed dick as I bend down to suck gently on one nipple.

“Ettore,” she gasps again when I pull one nipple between my teeth and bite it lightly.

“Fuck, I love these tits. “Never sell them, or whatever the hell you said,” I groan, my frustration to be closer bubbling.

“Oh, Ettore,” she says with a playful smile, shaking her head at me.

Her hands run down my chest before pulling my polo top over my head. I see the desire flash in her eyes at the sight of mychest, and I hiss when she drags her hand over my abdomen and down to my dick.

“I want you inside me,” she groans. “Right now.”

My hands find their way under her ass to cup her perfect cheeks, squeezing them tight. “So fucking impatient,” I mutter, kissing up her jawline before lifting her up slightly to pull my shorts down to my knees.

When my dick springs free, she slides her bikini bottom to one side before positioning her wet heat directly above me. I grab her waist and kiss her hungrily while she slides my cock deep inside her sweet pussy. She cries out the moment I’m buried deep inside her, and the sound echoes in the night.

She begins to move slowly up and down my cock, and I support her movement by guiding her with my hands. Her hands bury themselves in my hair again as her lips search for mine. I grunt as she bites my lower lip before rewarding the sting with a long, wet lick.

My hips buck upward, rubbing against her core as our bodies rock against each other. A low moan escapes her as our hips thrust frantically, meeting each other with a harsh slap that echoes in the silent night.

Our thrusts become faster, our kisses rougher, and soon enough, we are both moaning and grunting loudly as we reach a climax together. Our bodies shudder violently, and our heavy breathing fills the air around us.

Mirabella collapses against my chest, her body trembling slightly as she struggles to catch her breath. I run my hand through her hair, enjoying the warmth of her skin as we lie there, wrapped in each other, basking in the afterglow. Our hearts beat in sync, racing in rhythm as if they’re both trying to catch up with the intensity of what just passed between us.

When she finally leans up to look at me, I catch the glimmer of amusement in her eyes, and I can’t help but smile.

“I can’t believe I just had outdoor sex.” She laughs shyly into her palms. “You bring out the dirtiest parts of me, Ettore.”

A smirk tugs at my lips. “You love it,” I tease. “Just as much as you love me.”

She sighs, her breath warm against my skin as she gazes at me, her eyes soft and honest. “Yeah, I do.”

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