Page 32 of Welcome to the Sins of Blackstone
“Breathe, Maria,” he rasps.
I do, and as I exhale, he pushes deeper.
Pain flickers through me, but beneath it, pleasure simmers.
Massimo curses under his breath, his arms shaking. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I whimper, gripping onto his shoulders. “Massimo?—”
His lips find mine, swallowing my cries as he thrusts fully inside me. God, I feel so full, a sensation I’ve never had before.
The ache dulls, replaced by a pull I can’t ignore, needy, sharp, electric.
Massimo moves slowly at first, then faster, as he feels me getting a little more comfortable with what is happening.
Each thrust sends a wave of sensation through me, my body stretching, adjusting, craving more. Massimo’s grip tightens on my hips, and his control begins to shatter. He slams into me, his name breaks from me, torn and breathless, the only word I know how to say.
Massimo groans, his breath ragged. “You feel so fucking good.”
My nails dig into his back as heat builds inside me, coiling tighter, tighter, and then I shatter.
Pleasure explodes through me, my body trembling as I cry out his name. Massimo curses, his movements turning frantic before he finds his own release. He continues to thrust a few more times, as he kisses me, kisses me hard.
Until he collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, our bodies slick with sweat. For a long moment, neither of us speaks, mostly because I can’t.
Then, he chuckles.
I blink, still breathless. “What?”
His lips brush against my ear. “I hope you’re not too sore.”
A blush creeps up my neck. “Massimo…”
“Because I plan on fucking you a few more times tonight.”
I gape at him, but before I can argue, he flips me onto my stomach, his fingers gripping my hips. I glance over my shoulder and up at him.
A devilish smirk tugs at his lips. “Let’s see what that sexy mouth of yours can do.”
“Can I please have a minute?” I ask and he starts laughing. A full-on laugh which I haven’t heard from him in a while.
“One minute.” He kisses me hard and gets out of bed walking toward the bathroom, and I admire my view.
If someone had told me on my wedding day that my dress would be soaked in blood, that war would erupt as I kissed my husband for the first time, I would have called them a liar.
But here we are. Married. Together. Stronger than before.
The man I married, the man I love is drowning in grief, and I’m drowning in guilt.
But tonight… tonight, everything has changed.
A small smile tugs at my lips as I think about the way he touched me, the way his body claimed mine with a desperation that made it clear I am his. That whatever distance has been between us is now gone.
Massimo comes back into the bed, and leans in and kisses me.
“So, my sexy wife, are we ready?” I smile and pull myself up to sit on top of him, I’m sore, but I don’t even care right now. I want him and nothing else.
“I love you Massimo Messina.” I lean down and kiss him, and Massimo grabs the back of my neck so I can’t move.
