Page 103 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
I arch beneath him as he enters me, my body welcoming him with a hunger that never seems to fade.
His weight presses me into the mattress, his hands pinning mine above my head.
There's something different tonight, a tenderness beneath his usual intensity. It makes me ache for more.
“You feel so fucking good.” His dark eyes watch me as he rocks in and out.
I've always loved watching Marco when we're together like this. It’s the one time he allows himself to let go. His expression now is almost reverent, his gaze never leaving mine as he sets a rhythm that has me gasping.
"Marco," I moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper.
He releases my hands to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones with surprising gentleness. "Tell me what you need.”
What I need is so much more than this physical connection, but I can't tell him that.
“Harder. Faster.”
He levers up on his hands, his hips driving, rocking.
His hand slides between our bodies, his fingers finding my center and circling in time with his thrusts.
The dual sensation sends sparks through my blood, tension building low in my belly.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Let go for me. Come on my cock, Gabriella."
I'm close, so close, but something holds me back.
Maybe it's knowing this can't last, that soon, we'll return to our separate worlds.
Maybe it's fear of falling even deeper for a man who's sworn never to love.
Marco seems to sense my hesitation.
He slows his movements, pressing his forehead against mine. "Stay with me.” I know he means in the moment, but my heart, my soul wants it to mean so much more.
He dips his head, his tongue swirling around my nipple as he thrusts in, as his finger brushes over my clit.
My orgasm slams into me, my body clenching around him as I cry out his name.
“Yes, Gabriella… fuck yes…” He follows me over the edge, his rhythm becoming frenetic as he buries his face against my neck.
We lie tangled together afterward, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow.
I savor the moment that ends when he rolls away to deal with the condom.
He returns to bed and surprises me by pulling me close again.
As I lie in his arms, I’m unable to stop the hope that something is growing between us.
That maybe, just maybe, I'm not the only one falling.
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I can't sleep. Beside me, Gabriella breathes softly, her dark hair spilling across my pillow like she belongs there.
That's the problem.
