Page 167 of Dangerous Contract: Part 2

“Always,” she whispered, her lips pressing against the side of his temple.

Their movements grew more frantic, their bodies chasing the crescendo that loomed just beyond their reach. He’d really wanted to take this slow, to show her that he could be gentle. But her pussy felt too good to go slow.

And his cock was too hungry for her cream. He pulled back, easing out of her until only the tip remained in her. She dug her nails into his back, letting him know she wanted him back, buried to the hilt in her pussy.

Raz chuckled as he thrust forward, slamming into her with a force that rocked the bed. He silenced her gasp with a kiss as he fucked her, pounding her body into the bed. His Rosa wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him to sink deeper into her.

He groaned into their kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as his cock drilled her pussy. Her moans vibrated against his tongue, making him crave more of her, all of her. He wanted to fuck her until her throat was too raw to scream his name, until she fell apart on his cock, soaking it in her juices as he demanded even more of her.

His Rosa raised her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, matching his pace, working her pussy on his cock, making him wonder who was fucking who. She bit his lower lip, tugging on it as she gyrated against him, swirling her pussy on his cock.

“Fuuuuck, Rosa....” Her name fell from his lips like a prayer as he worshipped her body.

Raz groaned as Monique rolled her hips, grinding against him, her nails leaving trails of fire down his back. Her body was as fierce as her spirit, and she gave as good as she got, meeting each of his thrusts with an intensity that made his head spin. Her lips found his neck, biting and sucking, leaving her mark on him just as he had on her.

“Rosa,” he rasped, his voice a desperate growl as his movements became rougher, more insistent. “You drive me fucking insane.”

“Good,” she breathed, her voice laced with challenge as she tugged his hair, pulling his head back to meet her gaze. “Then lose control for me, Orazio.”

Raz’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he growled low in his throat. “Be careful what you ask for, Rosa.”

She smirked, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. “I wouldn’t ask for it if I couldn’t handle it. I can handle whatever you give me, Don Cattaneo.”

The dare in her voice sent a shiver down his spine, and any semblance of restraint he’d been holding onto snapped. With a guttural growl, Raz thrust forward with bruising intensity. Monique gasped, her head falling back as she arched into him, her body surrendering even as her hands roamed over his chest, scratching and gripping as if she were trying to reclaim some control.

“Mine,” Raz growled, his teeth grazing her neck as he thrust harder, deeper, claiming every inch of her. “Say it.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he angled his hips just right, and her words dissolved into a cry of pleasure. He smirked, his chest swelling with primal pride at the way her body bent to his will.

Not one to back down, Monique surprised him by lifting her hips and pushing at his chest, forcing him onto his back. Her thighs straddled his hips as she took him in, sinking onto his cock with a slow roll of her hips that had him groaning her name.

“Yours?” she teased, her hands braced against his chest as she moved above him, her rhythm torturously slow. “Or are you mine, Don Cattaneo?”

Her words were a challenge, and Raz met it head-on. His hands shot to her hips, holding her as he surged upward, burying himself in her heat with a force that had them both crying out.

“Both,” he growled, his hands guiding her movements as they found a rhythm that was wild, desperate, and utterly consuming. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Always, Rosa.”

Their bodies moved together, sweat-slicked and desperate, the air between them thick with the sound of skin against skin, ragged breaths, and moans of pleasure. It wasn’t just sex, it was an unspoken battle, a mutual surrender, and an all-consuming need to drown in each other.

Monique clawed at his chest, her nails leaving marks that he welcomed, her body trembling as she rode him harder, faster, chasing her release with the same ferocity he felt burning in his veins. Raz let her take what she needed, his hands roaming her body, caressing, gripping, worshiping her with every touch.

“You’re perfect,” he groaned, his voice hoarse as he thrust up into her, meeting her pace. “Everything I’ll ever need.”

Monique’s head fell back, a cry tearing from her lips as her body clenched around him, dragging him into her ecstasy. The sight of her, the feel of her, pushed him over the edge. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep, his release crashing through him like a tidal wave.

He held her against him as they both came down, their bodies trembling, their breaths mingling as they clung to each other. Raz’s hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her flushed skin.

“Rosa,” he whispered, his voice soft but heavy with emotion. “There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you.”

Monique leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was sweet and tender, a stark contrast to the raw passion they’d just shared.

“I know, Raz. And I’d do the same for you.”

As they lay tangled together, their hearts still pounding in unison, Raz realized that this right here, her in his arms, their love carved into every breath, every touch, the scent of their love filling the air, this was his haven, this was the only peace he’d ever need.

Fuck the outside world. Fuck his family. Fuck the business and organization. That all could wait. This was where he wanted to be. As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside faded away.

With his Rose lying on top of him, her head resting on his chest, his semi-hard cock still inside her, he reached down andpulled the sheet up, tugging until it covered him and her. His sweet Rose drifted back to sleep with his cock still in her, his cum slowly seeping from her heat, dripping down his balls.

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