Page 75 of Forbidden Vengeance

“Are you sure?” I whisper, my voice rough.

Elena’s answer is to pull me closer. The kiss is gentle at first, almost tentative. Then something shifts, and suddenly it’s all heat and urgency. Her touch erases Anthony’s threats, Matteo’s condemnation, every scar Giuseppe left on my soul. For these moments, nothing exists but us.

Her hand cups the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. My own hands explore the soft roundness of her body. Every touch, every sensation, pushes the horror of the day further away.

As we lose ourselves in each other, I feel a spark of warmth cutting through the cold dread that’s been consuming me.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring hers with a hunger that leaves both of us breathless. My hands move lower, skimming over her waist, her hips, and she arches into me, craving more. Our breaths mingle, our movements frantic as we lose ourselves in each other.

My lips trail down her neck, nipping at her skin, and she moans in response. The sound is raw, needy, and it only spurs me on.

“Mario,” Elena gasps, tilting her head back to give me better access. “I want you.”

I pull back just enough to look at her, eyes dark with desire. “You sure?” I ask again, my voice husky.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling with need. “I want you, Mario. Ineedyou.”

A wicked smile curves my lips, and I step back, my eyes never leaving hers. The air between us crackles with tension, with the promise of what’s to come.

I remove my own clothes until I’m just in my underwear, my cock straining against the resistance. I palm myself through the material and groan. The urge to take her right now is overwhelming.

“Turn around,” I murmur to her as I guide her towards the bed. “Do exactly what I say, Elena.”

For once, Elena obliges without argument. She turns and leans against the bed, her hands splayed against the mattress. The sight of her like this, willingly submitting to me, sends a jolt of desire straight to my dick.

My hands move over her shoulders, down the smooth expanse of her arms, my touch light, teasing. Her skin is so soft under my fingertips, and I can’t help but lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “I won’t let him take you,” I growl against her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. My hand finds her stomach, where our daughter grows strong despite everything. “Either of you.”

The words feel like a vow, like a prayer to a god I stopped believing in years ago. A promise I’m not sure I can keep, but one I’ll die trying to fulfill.

I press my body against hers, feeling the heat of her through our naked bodies. She shivers, and I can feel her pushing back against me, seeking more contact. My hands slide up her bare torso and I cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she moans softly, her back arching against me.

The sound of her moan, the feel of her in my hands, makes my cock throb with need. I grind my hips against her, letting her feel just how hard she’s made me. “Fuck, Elena,” I groan, my mouth hovering by her ear. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I run my hands over her curves, my touch becoming more possessive, more demanding. I turn her around to face me, my eyes locking onto hers, blazing with desire. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with need.

I slide my hand between her legs, pressing it against her pussy. She’s already wet, her arousal soaking through my hand, and the knowledge that she’s this turned on because of me sends a thrill through my veins. I rub my thumb over her clit, watching her face as her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in a soft moan.

Her head falls back, a needy whimper escaping her lips, and I take that as my cue to slide one finger inside her. She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand, and I smirk, loving the way she responds to my touch. I add another finger, pumping in and out of her slowly, my thumb still working her clit.

“Mario,” she moans, her voice breathless, filled with desire. “Please…”

“Please what, Elena?” I ask, my fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that makes her cry out every time. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want…I want you,” she pants, her hips rocking against my hand. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Her words nearly undo me, but I hold onto my control, wanting to drag this out a little longer. I withdraw my fingers,bringing them to my lips, tasting her on my tongue. She watches me, her chest heaving, eyes dark with lust.

“That’s it, Elena,” I murmur, my thumb circling her clit with deliberate slowness. “Let me hear you. I want to know how much you like this.”

I move behind her again, pressing my body against her back, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts once more. I pinch her nipples between my fingers, rolling them gently, and she moans, her head falling back against my shoulder.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whisper, my voice low and rough. “You like being at my mercy, feeling my hands on you, my cock pressing against you.”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “I love it. I love the way you make me feel.”

I groan, my cock throbbing against her lower back, aching to be inside her. But I want to make this last, to push her to the edge and watch her fall apart before I take her. I turn her around again and push her down onto the mattress. I crawl on top of her, my mouth finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss.

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