Page 61 of Angelo

He laughed happily as she dug her nails into his shoulders. “Do not threaten me with a good time.”

Elyse warned, “I'll draw blood and sink my teeth into you.”

Smirking, Alessandro promised, “You will beg and scream, too.God’s name and mine.”

His words were going to be the end of her. Desire pulsed, low and heavy, between her legs. She gave in to it, unable to resist anymore. Elyse helped Alessandro undo his trousers. His cock sprang out. He snapped on a condom. She reached under her skirts to push her panties to the side. There was no need for foreplay. She was dripping. He was throbbing and hard. She sank down onto him. They started fucking right away.

Even while his dick rammed into her pussy over and over again, her body still ached for him. She wanted him so badly. Chaos and danger ruled their lives. Elyse wanted to feel connected to her husband, anchored to him, at least, physically, before the world spun away from them again.

Elyse kept her gaze on him while riding his cock. Her hand trailed down her body to find her clit. She flicked and rubbed and teased the sweet little spot as her cunt slid up and down the length of his cock. The stretch felt exquisite. The friction was intoxicating. Elyse moaned and whimpered in bliss. The chair creaked and strained beneath the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Alessandro tried to keep his gaze on her, but his brown and blue-gray eyes kept darting downwards, glimpsing the blur of her fingers, her clit, and the pretty folds of her cunt as it gripped his pulsing shaft. He mumbled and gasped naughty, sweet words of encouragement as she continued to pleasure herself.

"I love you, baby," she gasped.

"Ti amo, mia luce, mio amore, mia vita,"he returned in thick, hoarse tones.I love you, my light, my love, my life.

It was the first time they had spoken these words to each other since the funeral. The bond between husband and wife now carried the weight of theirrecent near-death experience. Life had never felt more fragile. Love had never been more precious.

Minutes later, Alessandro found his release.

His muscular body seized up beneath her, eyes squeezing shut, breaths hitching, as he drove his cock as deep as it would go. Tears hit her eyes as he filled her to the brim.

When her husband finally finished, chest still heaving, he demanded, "Get on the fucking desk.We are not done.”

Without waiting for a response, Alessandro shoved all of his shit aside—papers, books, and pens scattered to the floor—and hoisted Elyse onto the edge of his desk. Anticipation coursed through Elyse as he splayed her legs open. She sighed as his head dove forward, sucking and kissing her cunt. He ate her out like a mortal man worshipping his one true goddess. His tongue lapped at her clit, hungrily, desperately, as though he was drought and she—the rain. Soon, two fingers thrust into her pussy, rubbing knowingly, perfectly, against the trigger point tucked along her upper walls.

It didn't take long for Elyse to come, too. She begged and screamed, “Oh,Dios, Alessio! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

Afterward, Alessandro pulled her back onto his lap to cradle her in his arms. She felt limp and dazed and utterly satiated. He held her for a while, and the solid feel of him, the familiar woodsy scent of his cologne, made her heart swell with a beautiful fullness and calm.

Her husband's low, husky voice drew her from the euphoric stupor, "Are you happy, Elyse?"

Elyse blinked a few times in confusion, still lost in her afterglow. "Of course, you were amazing as usual."

Alessandro chuckled lightly. "I was not talking about sex. I was referring to our life together."

Her brain felt sluggish and slow. "Our life... together?"

He nodded.

"I—"

Her husband's handsome face turned dark and somber when he asked, "After all that has happened to us, don’t you want to escape this hell?"

Elyse tossed Alessandro a funny, furrowed look and kissed him on the mouth. "Not really. You're stuck with me, Alessio. I'm not going anywhere.”

Her words seemed to bring some light back into his eyes, but his voiceremained pensive. "Do you truly wish to stay?”

“I do.”

“You could have died on Sunday, though. I would have never forgiven myself for it."

"I said it then, and I'll say it again," Elyse murmured, "you and I stay together, or we die together."

He scoffed through his smile, "For such a brilliant woman, you make a foolish wife."

She smirked. "We're perfect for each other. Two fools in love."

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