Page 57 of Thorns of Desire
The moment he pushed the tip into me, we both groaned.
“Cazzo.”
“Fuck.”
He smiled at me and pushed all the way in, filling me to the hilt.
“There’s no going back from you.” My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his hips. “Your pussy was made for me.”
I was barely hanging on to reality as he rolled his hips, fucking me languidly. He bent his head and kissed me as he moved in and out. I moaned into his mouth, needing more.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
He wrapped a hand around my throat and our eyes connected as he slammed back into me.
“Ohhhh,” I whimpered, my eyes fluttering shut.
“Eyes on me when I fuck you,amorina,” he grunted, and my lids flickered open, meeting his onyx gaze. Fuck, I wouldn’t make it long if he kept talking like that.
He brought his lips to my neck, marking me. He held my hip with his other hand as he thrust into me over and over, his groans and my moans the perfect harmony.
“I can feel your greedy pussy taking my cock so good.” He released my throat, his hand reaching between our bodies beforehe moved his thumb over my clit. “So fucking perfect.” Thrust. “That’s my good girl.” Thrust. “All mine.”
The sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the air. I was an incoherent mess, my pussy swollen and throbbing, juices trickling down my thighs. His pace increased, and he circled my swollen clit with abandon.
My muscles contracted around his shaft as another powerful orgasm washed over me.
“Dio, you’reperfetta,” he groaned, pounding me through my orgasm.
He came with a roar, spurting his cum inside me. I could feel his length twitching inside my throbbing pussy. My muscles quivered from the intensity, and I was certain I’d be walking funny for days.
He collapsed on the bed, then wrapped his arms around me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I sprawled on top of him, enjoying his protection and heat, while his hand swept up and down my back.
He pressed a tender kiss to my mouth.
“Non ti lascerò mai,” he murmured, his hand brushing across my cheek.
My brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”
His mouth curved wickedly as he sat up, his eyes falling to my thighs where his cum was smeared.
He reached out, ran a finger through it, and said, “Best sex ever.” Then he brought the same finger to my mouth.
“Ditto,” I agreed, parting my lips.
The salty taste of him flooded my tongue as I sucked his finger clean. This man had turned me inside out, and I feared he was quickly becoming my addiction.
But the look in his eyes—possessive and dark—told me I wasn’t alone.
“I should probably get going,” I muttered, suddenly uncomfortable with this moment of affection. Or maybe it was the expression on his face that set me on edge. I didn’t know what it was, but my usual instincts to run at the first sign of intimacy flared.
His arm tightened around me.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “You’re not sneaking out of here this time.”
“There was no sneaking out last time.” Seeing the knowing look in his eyes made me blush. “Besides, don’t you have some mafia work to do?”
He chuckled. “And what do you know about the mafia?”
