Page 128 of Ruthless Vengeance
“Well done, love.” He presses his forehead to mine.
His breath fans my face, shaky and uneven, as he holds himself still, giving me the time I need to adjust to the size of him.
My eyes flutter closed, my mouth falling open in a breathless moan as the ache starts to build.
“Fuck, Clara. You feel so good. So tight around me.”
I thread my fingers into his damp hair and pull his mouth back to mine, kissing him deep and slow as he begins to move inside me.
His hips roll into mine with slow, controlled thrusts, each one hitting deeper than the last and drawing a soft cry from the back of my throat.
His cock brushes against my sensitive inner walls, and I grip him hard.
“Marco…”
“I’m right here, love.” He kisses along my neck and jaw as he claims me.
There’s nothing rushed about the way we move together, as if we have all the time in the world.
His hands roam over my body, cupping my sensitive breasts before sliding down my waist to finally grip my thighs.
He fucks me with slow, powerful strokes that have my toes curling and my whole body shivering as my pleasure builds.
I sink my nails into the muscles of his shoulders, trying to steady myself as my legs start to tremble. “Oh, god, you feel so good,”
Marco’s answering grunts send a wave of pleasure through me, and my pussy becomes even slicker.
“Fuck, Clara.” His cock slides in and out of my wetness.
“Don’t stop.” I arch against him so that his chest rubs against my hard nipples, giving me even more pleasure. “Please.”
He leans down to kiss me again, and I swallow a moan as his tongue slides against mine. Even just the taste of him is enough to get me hovering near the edge.
“Look at me,” he murmurs against my lips.
I do as he says, and when our eyes meet, a sob builds in my throat.
There’s such tenderness in his eyes as he looks at me, and a part of me still can’t quite believe that this man is mine.
“My beautiful girl.” He strokes my cheek.
“Marco…”
“I can’t wait for the day I get to call you my wife.” He thrusts his cock hard inside me.
“Yes!”
“You’re mine, Clara.” He punctuates the words as he pounds into me. “All mine.”
It’s all I can do to nod as my body starts to tremble.
Marco kisses the hollow of my throat and along my collarbone as he quickens his pace, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room.
I cling to him, digging my nails even deeper into his shoulders as he drives into me, with each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
I gasp. “Marco, I’m?—”
“I’ve got you.” He buries himself deeper inside my pussy. “Let go, love. That’s it, come for me.”
