Page 76 of Forbidden Vengeance

I trail kisses down her neck, her chest, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Her back arches off the bed, a keening moan slipping from her lips, and I move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

My hands roam over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin.

I move lower, kissing my way down her stomach, my hands gripping her hips. I spread her legs wide, settling between them, my mouth hovering over her core. I can see how wet she is, her arousal glistening in the moonlight, and I can’t resist teasing her just a little longer.

“Tell me what you want, Elena,” I murmur, my breath warm against her. “Do you want my mouth on you? Do you want to come on my tongue?”

“Yes,” she moans, her voice desperate. “Please, Mario. I need you.”

I grin, satisfied with her response, and finally lower my mouth to her. I start with a slow, deliberate lick, tasting her, savoring the way she moans, her hips lifting off the bed. I circle her clit with my tongue, flicking it gently, then harder, sucking it into my mouth. Her moans grow louder, more frantic, her body trembling beneath me.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I murmur against her, my fingers sliding inside her once more, thrusting in time with the movements of my tongue. “I could do this all night, make you come over and over again on my tongue.”

Her hips buck, her moans turning into cries, and I know she’s close. I increase the pace, my fingers pumping harder, my tongue flicking faster over her clit. She’s writhing beneath me, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and then she’s coming, her body arching off the bed, a loud, needy moan tearing from her throat.

I don’t stop, drawing out her orgasm, loving the way she falls apart beneath me, the way she cries out my name. When she finally comes down, her body trembling, her breath shaky, I pull back, looking up at her. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her lips parted, and she looks absolutely wrecked.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, her voice hoarse, and I can’t help but smirk.

“I’m not done with you, Elena. Not even close,” I say, my voice low.

I’m so turned on, I can hardly think straight. Her taste is still on my lips, the memory of her coming undone beneath me seared into my mind. Her scent fills the air, mixed with the faint trace of sweat and sex, and it drives me wild. I sit back on my heels, staring down at Elena, her body sprawled across the bed.

Her chest rises and falls with each shaky breath, her eyes half lidded and heavy with desire. I know I should take a moment to breathe, but I can’t help it. I want her again.

I lean down, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue before my hand slips in between her legs again, finding her still wet and ready. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her whimper.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur against her lips, thrusting my fingers in and out, my thumb brushing her clit. “You love this, don’t you?”

She moans, her hips rocking against my hand, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. “Mario…please…”

I release her clit, my hand moving to her hip, flipping her over onto her stomach. I pull her up onto her knees, spreading her legs. I slide my hands over her ass, gripping it, kneading it, before bringing one hand down in a sharp smack. She gasps, her head jerking up, and I do it again, loving the red mark that blooms on her skin.

I kiss my way down her back, my hands roaming over her body, teasing her nipples, stroking her thighs. I can feel her trembling under my touch, her breath hitching with each caress as I press my body against hers, my cock sliding between her legs, brushing against her wetness.

“You feel that?” I growl in her ear. “That’s what you do to me. You make me so hard, Elena. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I slide inside her in one smooth thrust, filling her completely. She cries out, her body arching, and I hold her there, buried deep, savoring the way she feels around me. I start to move, slow at first, then harder, faster, my hand gripping her hip, pulling her back against me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan, my hips slamming into hers, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. “You were made for this, Elena. Made to take my cock. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Her moans are loud, desperate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I tighten my grip on her, loving the way she gasps for breath, her body clenching around me. I reach down, finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Her moans turn into cries, her body shaking, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me, Elena,” I command, my voice harsh, demanding. “Come on my cock.”

She lets out a scream, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around me as she comes. The sight, the sound, the feel of her falling apart under me is too much, and I let myself go, thrusting into her hard, chasing my own release. I come with a groan, holding her still as I empty myself inside her.

We collapse onto the bed, both of us breathing heavily, her body still trembling beneath me. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. Even though we’re both damp with sweat, I hold her tightly, feeling her snuggle into me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, no one else I’d rather be with.

My hand returns to her stomach. The gesture feels different now—less protective and more defiant. A challenge to fate, to family, to everyone who says I don’t deserve this. Her fingers intertwine with mine over the slight swell of her belly, anchoring me to this moment.

“What now?” she asks softly. Even exhausted, her mind never stops working—always three steps ahead, always calculating angles. Anthony’s threats echo between us.

“Now we fight smarter,” I say grimly, pulling her closer until I can feel her heartbeat against my chest. “We find his weaknesses before he finds ours.” I kiss her with an edge of violence, tasting her desperation and matching it with my own. “And we make him regret ever threatening what’s mine.”

The words hang in the air between us—a declaration of war, a promise of protection, a confession I still can’t quite voice.

Because this fierce, brilliant woman and the child she carriesaremine, regardless of blood or circumstance. And I’ll burn the world to keep them safe.

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