Page 147 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

“Marisol,” Dino snaps, his voice pulling my focus. “Look at me.”

I do.

He looks like some kind of ancient, primal god right now. The tent is dark, and I can see the outline of him silhouetted slightly. His torso gleams with sweat, and seeing it move in the dim light makes something break in me.

I feel wild. Open. Completely and totally under his spell.

And completely powerful, to have a man like this.

“I want you to look at me when you come, Marisol,” Dino groans. “Can you do that for me?”

Heck yes.

He starts moving faster, the pace a little erratic. I roll my eyes back. The change in tempo is hitting something inside of me that I honestly didn’t think existed until now.

I’ve heard of it, of course. But feeling it?

Totally different.

“Dino,” I gasp, my body clenching around him prematurely. “Dino I…”

“Watch me, Marisol. Stay with me, baby,” he groans.

I lock eyes with him.

One of Dino’s big hands traces down my torso, and his thumb rests on my clit. I don’t think he needs to do that, based on the feelings rippling through me, but I…

I lose my train of thought when the orgasm crashes over me.

I lose all ability to think, actually.

My body feels like it’s floating, a bundle of nerves that I am only loosely associated with. The point of connection, the onething I can feel through the storm of sensations wracking through me, is Dino.

And when he grunts, lashing me with heat from the inside, I swear that I can feel it through every nerve in my body.

This.

I missed this.

Iwantedthis.

Always.

Dino collapses on top of me eventually. He moves so that his arms are tucked kind of under my head, so he’s cradling me at the same time as he leans down, his breath sawing harshly in and out of his mouth next to my ear.

He hasn’t pulled out yet.

And I’m kind of weirded out by how much I like that.

I shift. “Well. That’s one way to feel alive.”

Dino laughs, and the sound makes my chest feel tight.

“You’ve been telling people what, about us, exactly?” he murmurs.

“That we’re married. You’re my husband and I’m your wife and we were here on our honeymoon.”

He stiffens.

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