Page 98 of Mafia Shade's Reluctant Bride
His lips found mine again as his hands moved to my jeans, unbuttoning them slowly and deliberately. I lifted my hips to help him slide them down my legs, the fabric pooling at my ankles.
He kissed his way down my stomach, his breath warm against my skin, his hands roaming over my thighs and hips as if memorizing every inch of me.
When I was left in nothing but my lingerie, he swept me up into his arms once more, his strength both exhilarating and comforting. He carried me to the vanity table, setting me down gently on its cool surface.
The mirror behind me reflected our image: Lorenzo towering over me, his eyes dark with desire, his hands gripping my hips possessively. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my arms looping around his neck.
“Lorenzo, I need you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
He smiled with a slow, dangerous curve of his lips, and leaned in, kissing me deeply. His hands moved up my body, cupping my breasts through the lace, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I gasped into his mouth, my head falling back against the mirror as he sucked one peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing. I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my body arching toward him.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against my skin, switching his attention to my other breast, lavishing it with the same care.
His mouth was relentless, his hands insistent, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of something wild and uncontrollable.
“Lorenzo,” I breathed my voice a plea.
He looked up at me, his eyes burning with a raw, unfiltered desire that made my heart race. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.
“You,” I whispered, my hands sliding down his back, pulling him closer. “I want you. Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips crashed against mine in a kiss that was both desperate and tender, his hands moving to the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. The lace fell away, and he paused, his gaze raking over me with an intensity that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful.
“You’re everything to me,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
Before I could respond, he kissed me again, his hands moving down my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist and the swell of my hips.
He stepped back slightly, his hands gripping my thighs as he spread my legs, positioning himself between them. I felt the heat of his body, the hardness of his desire pressing against me, and I moaned, my hands reaching for him, pulling him closer.
He entered me slowly, his eyes locked on mine, his expression a blend of hunger and reverence. “You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he began to move, his hips rocking against mine in a rhythm that was both deliberate and frantic.
The mirror behind me reflected our bodies moving in sync, our skin glistening with sweat, and our mouths never far from each other’s.
Lorenzo’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust deeper and harder, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Maria,” he whispered, his voice a plea. “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. His expression was raw, and his eyes were filled with a love and desire that made my heart ache. I reached up, cupping his face, pulling his lips to mine in a kiss that was both desperate and tender.
He shifted, changing the angle, his hands moving to my thighs, lifting them higher as he drove into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.
The vanity table creaked beneath us, the mirror shaking with the force of our movements, but neither of us cared. We were lost in each other, our moans and gasps filling the room and our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“Lorenzo,” I cried out, my voice breaking as the first waves of my orgasm crashed over me. He followed soon after, his body tensing, his lips pressing against my neck as he spilled himself into me, his name a ragged whisper on my lips.
For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies still joined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, he pulled out, his hands moving to my hips, helping me sit up. He turned me gently so I was facing him and pulled me into his arms, holding me close.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, his lips pressing against my forehead.
I smiled, my heart full and my body still buzzing with the aftermath of our passion. “I know,” I replied, my voice soft. “And you’re everything to me, too.”
He kissed me again, his lips tender, his hands stroking my hair. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only Lorenzo, his arms around me and his love wrapping around my heart like a warm blanket. And in that moment, I knew that no matter what this was, I belonged because this man right here was home to me.
*****
I woke up at dawn. I didn’t have to be told to know where I was because I had mastered and had been made love to in every corner of this room.
