Page 123 of A Beautiful Crime

His thrusts are punishing and his grip bruising. And yet somehow I feel myself building back toward that crest. He feels it, too. “My Carina. Mia leonessa. Amore mia.” He chants. And then it happens again. My pussy spasms around him as I fall toanother orgasm. With one last hard thrust I feel him swell inside me before I feel the warmth of his come bathe my walls.

Utterly spent, my bones feeling like jello, I fall on top of him. Our sweaty bodies meld together as he bands his arms around me.

It’s an odd sensation. To feel his come inside me as well as his cock softening. Even soft it proves to be slightly uncomfortable yet I don’t mind. I’m not quite ready to break the connection just yet. And the way he settles beneath me it doesn’t seem as if he’s ready yet either.

“That was. . .” I trail at a loss of words.

He hums, sweeping my sweat coated hair away from my face before pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “I echo the sentiment, baby.”

I smile against his chest as he begins to play with my hair. “I never would have pegged you as a submissive,” I muse.

He chuckles. “I wouldn’t say pegged.”

I giggle.

I giggled.

How long has it been since I have done that?

The lightness I’m feeling right now. . . I didn’t think it was possible to ever feel that way. And yet I am. With him. Because of him.

His hand freezes in my hair and I’m afraid I’ve done something wrong. “What a lovely sound, Carina. I’ve never heard you laugh before. I promise to make you laugh again, and often. It is too beautiful of a sound to be silenced.”

This man.

This beautiful, dark, charismatic, magnificent man.

How could I have ever hated him?

I snuggle against him, burrowing myself in his chest. I’ve never felt more content in my life. I feel so cherished. Safe.Constantine Donati is starting to feel an awful lot of something I’ve never had; home.

He presses another tender kiss to the top of my head. “I would get on my hands and knees and crawl to you, Carina.”

I lift my head to find his eyes sincere. With a teasing smile I ask, “And would you kneel before me and beg?”

In a swift move he repositions us to where I am underneath him. His cock that was soft inside me is now hard once again. I bite down on my lip as I feel the welcome pain of him stretching me.

His lips brush mine as he says, “I would do anything you ask of me.”

“Perhaps one day I’ll make you do it.” He pulls out halfway and slams inside me, hitting my cervix. My eyes fall shut in pleasure when his finger finds my clit and circles it.

Thrusting his tongue in my mouth he kisses me savagely. As our lips part I open my dazed eyes and find him wearing a devilish smirk. Dio mio, he’s breathtaking. “I’m looking forward to it.” And then he fucks me. Showing me just how much he loves the idea.

CHAPTER 26

Constantine

“Ashipment has been stolen at the ports,” Rico informs me as my mind reminisces to earlier this morning.

The way Carina owned her pleasure. How she took without caring of the consequences. Dominating me like I knew she was born to. The feel of her wet and warm virgin cunt snuggly wrapped around my cock. How her walls clenched hungrily around me. The smell of fucking cherries from her slick skin and those lips as sweet as wine.

I’ve never seen a vision more stunning. Never have I been more captivated than I was with her hands collared around my throat.

The beautiful flush of crimson painting her skin. Wanton moans like music to my ears. Hair, wild and loose cascading around her.

After ten years of celibacy it was a miracle I didn’t combust in less than a minute.

Call me obsessed, psychotic, but I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on her ten years ago there wouldn’t be anyone else.

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