Page 103 of Deception & Desire

I chuckle, knowing she will feel the vibrations inside her, too. “Yes, you are.”

“Fuck,” she groans. She leans into my neck to muffle the sound of her whimpers. “Please.”

It’s barely a whisper, but it’s enough.

I’m not gentle, but neither is she. Over and over, I slam into her. The impact of our skin colliding fills the space with rhythmic thuds. The oil painting on the wall next to us crashes to the ground, but I don’t care.

The feeling of her, the insatiable sounds she makes every time she takes me readily again and again, is the only thing I can focus on.

“Harder,” she cries out, bracing herself on the light fittings.

Who am I to deny a request like that?

My thrusts turn into slower pounds. Her hips lift to meet me each time as I bury myself impossibly further into her. But it’s not enough. I’m not close enough.

I lift her off the console in frustration, ignoring her protests as I carry her into the next room. The door to the bedroom opens with a slam, and I waste no time throwing her off me onto the bed.

I’m on her within seconds, planting kisses over every inch of exposed skin as I cradle her close.

She reaches for me, impatient as always, and I gladly slide back in.

We cling to each other this time, kissing and biting and mouthing at each other. I’m feral for something to claim while I pound into her over and over. Over and over. Over and over.

She wants it hard. She doesn’t want me to hold back. I adjust her slightly to get the perfect angle, and her back obediently arches…

When Mia screams, it’s with unbridled ecstasy. I can barely hold myself back as she rides through her orgasm.

My cock twitches inside of her. One more thrust, then another. Then.

“I love you.”

I groan as I fall into my own ecstasy, riding the high of the feeling of her clenched around me. Her words echoing in my ears sound like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

“Say it again,” I say, slowing down.

“I love you.”

“Say it again,” I say, holding her close.

“I love you.”

I kiss her perfect lips and stare in wonder at her bright green eyes. Perfectly close. Perfect together.

“I love you, too.”

EPILOGUE

Mia

Laughter floats through the open windows as I settle on the plush couch in Isabella’s beautiful Bay Ridge living room.

Luca is on my lap, his tiny hands grasping for the toy dangling in front of him, while Liza is nestled in Isabella’s arms, already dozing off with her thumb in her mouth.

Her daughter, Irina, sits on a soft blanket nearby, cooing at Cory as he babbles on at her with a confidence that he surely gets from Cassandra.

“I can’t believe how big he is now, Cas,” I marvel as the two-year-old pushes himself onto his feet and putters over to his mother.

Cas scoops Cory up with a proud smile. “He moves around so much I can barely keep track of him. I dread to think what it’ll be like in your house when the twins reach this stage.”

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