Page 13 of The Mafia King's Baby

He groans against my mouth, and the sound sends heat straight through me to my pussy. He puts his hands on my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us on the couch. I straddle his lap without breaking the kiss, and he holds me like I might disappear if he lets go.

“Oh, Celia.” He trails kisses along my jaw, finding the sensitive spot just below my ear that makes me shiver. “You’re incredible.”

I should probably say something in response, but his mouth on my throat has short-circuited my ability to form coherent thoughts. Instead, I arch into his touch and let my hands explore the solid muscles of his chest through his shirt.

He finds the hem of my sweater and slips his hands underneath, palms warm against my skin. I gasp at the contact, suddenly desperate to feel more of him, to eliminate every barrier between us. “Upstairs,” I manage to say between kisses. “My bedroom.”

He pulls back to look at me, eyes dark with desire but still careful. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” I frame his face with my hands, making sure he can see the certainty in my expression. “I want this. I want you.”

He stands easily, lifting me with him, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he navigates toward the stairs by candlelight. The movement makes me acutely aware of how aroused he is, and how much he wants this too.

My bedroom is dark, lit only by the candle he grabbed from the living room. He sets me down beside the bed and immediately pulls me back into his arms, claiming my mouth with renewed hunger. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, finally succeeding in pushing it off his shoulders.

The candlelight reveals a body that speaks of strength and discipline, with lean muscles and subtle scars that make me wonder about his past. I trace patterns on his chest with my fingertips, fascinated by the way he responds to my touch.

“Your turn.” He reaches for the hem of my sweater, pausing to give me one last chance to change my mind.

I lift my arms in answer, and he pulls the sweater over my head. The cool air makes me shiver, but his appreciation warms me from the inside out.

“Beautiful.” He traces the edge of my bra with one finger, making me arch into his touch. “So beautiful.”

He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, and I let it fall to the floor without self-consciousness. His hands cup my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples that tighten at his touch. When he bends to take one into his mouth, I cry out at the sensation. “Aleks, please.”

He guides me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, then helps me lie down. The position puts me at his mercy, but I’ve never felt safer or more desired. He takes his time removing the rest of my clothes, pressing kisses to each newly revealed inch of skin.

When he slides my panties down my legs, his breath stutters for a second before returning to an even rhythm. “You’re so beautiful, Celia.”

I reach for him, wanting to touch him too, but he catches my hands gently. “Let me taste you first.”

The words send a shock of arousal through me. I nod, unable to form words as he settles between my thighs. He starts with soft kisses along my inner thighs, building anticipation until I’m trembling with need. “Please,” I whisper.

He looks up at me with dark eyes before lowering his mouth to my pussy. The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, and I arch my back off the bed. He explores me slowly, learning what makes me gasp and moan. His tongue dips and curls, stroking my clit and up and down my slit.

“You taste incredible,” he whispers against me before returning his attention to my clit.

I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he works me with his tongue. He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention that has me writhing beneath him. When he slides two fingers inside me while continuing to lick and suck, I nearly come apart immediately.

“Oh, god, Aleks. Don’t stop.”

He increases the pressure and speed, reading my body’s responses perfectly. My orgasm is building, coiling tight in my belly as he drives me higher.

“I want to watch you come,” he says, lifting his head just enough to speak. “Let go for me.”

His fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot while his mouth returns to my clit. The combination sends me over the edge with a sharp cry, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over me. He works me through it gently, his touch becoming softer as I become oversensitive. When I finally relax back onto the bed, he kisses his way up my body.

“My turn,” I say breathlessly, reaching for him.

He shakes his head, already moving over me, and I can see how affected he is by what just happened. His cock is hard and leaking, and when I wrap my hand around him, he groans.

“Next time,” he promises, hastily stripping off his clothes before returning to me. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”

By the time he’s on the bed again, I’m trembling with need once more. He settles between my thighs and strokes the heat of his cock against my pussy as he supports his weight on his forearms.

“Last chance to change your mind.”

“Not a chance.” I pull him down for another kiss, pouring all my want and wonder into the connection between us.

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