Page 24 of The Hitman's Forbidden Obsession

I lick her again and again, stroking my tongue against her clit. Her moans grow louder, and the taste of her slick pussy is so fucking good.

But it’s not enough.

I have to show her, to really prove that she’s the only woman I’ll ever want.

So I reach down and wrap a hand around my aching shaft, pumping once, twice. Then I position my hips between hers andrub the swollen tip of my cock against her pussy, spreading her slickness.

She gasps, and I look up, watching her expression. She’s biting her lip, her eyes glazed and wild.

“Do you want this, angel?” I ask roughly. “Do you want to feel every inch of me? You want me to fill you up and claim you properly?”

She nods, frantic. “Yes. God, yes.”

I slide my hands under her ass and lift her hips, bringing her closer. Her legs hook around my waist.

“You’re the only one,” I tell her, and the words are so fucking true that it hurts. “The only one I’ve ever wanted like this. And the only one I ever will. Understand?”

She nods, and there’s something in her expression, something so vulnerable and raw, that it nearly guts me.

“I’m yours,” she whispers.

“Yes,” I growl. “You’re fucking mine, and I’m never letting you go.”

She shudders, and I ease the tip of my cock inside her, feeling her hot walls flutter around me. She’s so tight. So wet. I slide in further, stretching her inch by inch.

“You feel so fucking good, angel.” I groan. “I could never hurt you. I can’t live without you. Not now. Not ever.”

A moan spills from her lips, and she arches, her hips pressing into mine.

I push deeper, burying myself inside her. And then I begin to move.

There’s no gentleness. No holding back. Just raw animal need. I drive into her again and again, her pussy clenching around my shaft. The bed rocks and squeaks beneath us.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh god, Dante... harder, please...”

I slam into her, my thrusts rough and deep, and the way she moans, the way she clings to me, tells me she loves every second of it.

She’s mine.

Completely.

I’ll protect her, care for her, love her. Give her everything she needs. For the rest of our lives.

I grind my hips into hers, making sure she feels every inch of my cock. Every stroke takes her higher, and her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tensing. She’s close, and I want to feel her come. Want to feel her pussy milking my cock as she comes apart beneath me.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed, Avery,” I groan, my voice so rough it almost sounds like a growl. “I’m going to plant my child inside you, so everyone knows who you belong to. And I’m going to watch you grow round with our baby, knowing I’m the one who made you a mother. Knowing I’m the only man lucky enough to have been inside you like this. Fuck, angel, just thinking about it is going to make me come.”

My words are filthy, possessive, but she responds to them, crying out as her climax hits.

“Oh god,” she sobs, her back arching off the bed. “Yes, Dante. Come inside me. Make me yours. I love you, I love you so much.”

I can’t hold back.

The second her pussy clamps down around me, I’m done.

I groan and drive into her, my cock pulsing as I spill myself inside her, filling her with jet after jet of my hot seed. My hips keep pumping, drawing out every drop, until I finally collapse on top of her, spent.

Our chests rise and fall together, and we lie there in silence, tangled up in each other.

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