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“So fucking tight,” he breathed out in a raspy voice. “Fuck, I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock. So fucking good.” His dirty words made my insides shudder with need.
Santi was the man for me. He was the only one I wanted. It had always been him and warmth blossomed in my heart, searing his name on my soul. He continued to move slowly, deeper. I didn’t want slow. I wanted hard and fast. I needed him to send me over the edge.
As if he heard my thoughts, he pushed further, breaking my barrier, and I hissed out a breath. He stilled and my nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on. My heart pounded against my ribs and blood rushed through my veins.
“P-please,” I panted. “I need you.”
He slipped in even deeper, pushing in every inch of him, filling me to the hilt. The stinging pain burst, and a whimper slipped through my lips. He instantly stilled, letting me get used to his size.
“Fuck. You’re so tight,” he muttered with a grunt. “The perfect pussy.”
His hips tentatively moved; his eyes locked on mine. Shuddering breaths mixed with his groans, a mix of all the emotions swelling in my chest. His grunts. His eyes. Everything about him was thrilling, tempting, so exhilarating.
Shifting my hips upward, grinding against him, I relished in the friction our bodies made. It felt amazing. As I stared at his face, his eyelids lowered. There was burning hunger in his dark gaze.
“More, Santi,” I begged. He needed more. I needed more.
He started to move faster, pumping in and out of me, and the sense of being overwhelmed in the best possible way flooded me. I gave in to it, my back arching off the bed to meet his thrusts despite the pain. The pleasure outweighed it by a million.
“You take it so good,” he rasped, as he thrust even deeper, moving faster and harder.
His one hand moved between our bodies and the moment his finger touched my clit, circling it hard and fast, pleasure shot through every fiber of me, spiraling me higher and higher.
Crying out his name, I gave in to the surge of pleasure and the languid heat that drowned out every other sensation. I let myself go to it with the knowledge he’d catch me. His hips worked like pistons, thrusting into me, through my orgasm and my clenching pussy, as grunting noises left his lips. He went even deeper, and I could feel him everywhere.
“Amore,” he growled out my name, and his head tilted back. His mouth parted as his muscles seized and he spilled himself inside of me. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his breathing matching my own. Two hearts beating as one.
His cock twitched inside me, his cum or my blood leaking out of my pussy, and I already decided, I would have more of him. More of this.
Still inside me, his eyes searched out mine, and I looked up at him. IlovedSanti Russo. The crush was long gone and love for this man was ignited. If I was honest with myself, I had loved him for years.
His mouth lowered to kiss me, the gentle brush of his lips against mine. I wanted to stay like this forever, joined as one, belonging to him and only him. And I wanted him to belong to me.
When he pulled out, I winced at the sharp pain. Maybe him staying inside me forever wasn’t the brightest idea. He kissed my lips again.
“You okay?”
I nodded. I glanced down to find the evidence of my virginity on the white sheets. I wrinkled my nose and he chuckled.
“It’s normal,” he smiled, then pressed another kiss onto my nose. God, this Santi, the gentle one, would kill me. “Let’s get cleaned up. A warm bath will ease your sore muscles.”
He rose and scooped me up from the bed. It was on the top of my tongue to tell him I loved him, but the fear of rejection swallowed my words.
CHAPTER20
Santino
Amore slept soundly in my arms; her naked body sheltered by my own. I stared at her fair skin with little freckles on the tip of her nose that I had never noticed before. I couldn’t resist, leaning over to press a light kiss on the tip of her nose and then trail my mouth down her neck. She responded immediately, her fingers pushing through my hair, fingernails scraping against my scalp.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of strawberries comforting. She tasted like fresh picked strawberries. I had to get some self-control around her; otherwise, I’d pounce on her again and she was exhausted. She had to recover before I buried myself into her again.
A virgin.
Mine.
Her old man would shoot me if he knew what we had done. In our world, virginity was sacred. Yet, she gave it to me so freely, willingly. Though honestly, she wasn’t part of the Cosa Nostra. Not really. Her grandmother’s influence and immense wealth succeeded in keeping her out of it. Her only connection to the underworld was her father and brothers.
The words she uttered so many years ago to me and my father rang in my ears. ‘I didn’t grow up in this world, and I won’t die in it either’.Things changed. She was mine now. She’d be part of my world, but I could protect her and limit her exposure to the underworld.
