Page 81 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

She’s tight and warm. The way she groans my name makes my cock throb.

Each thrust is slow and drawn out, wanting to make this moment last. If I never have tomorrow with her, I want to savor the here and now.

Her moans intensify as I quicken the pace, stroking harder and deeper.

She wraps her legs around me, bringing me tighter inside of her, clenching down as she arches off the mattress.

Her eyes are slammed shut.

“Look at me,” I command. I don’t even know why the words spill out my lips. I’ve never made Etta or the dozens of other women look at me when they come. Usually, I roll them over, blast into them from behind, refusing to meet their intense stare.

With Karina, it’s different.

She’s different.

She isn’t any of those girls.

Her lip’s part, and she no longer silences her moans as she tightens onto my shaft, trembling and pulsating.

The sensation is overwhelming.

My heart slams against my chest, begging to break free.

I cover her lips with mine. She’s eager, her kiss strong and fierce, tongues dueling together as I finally shudder and release into her before collapsing above her.

Reluctantly, I pull out and remove the condom, taking it into the bathroom to discard. Grumbling, I realize the condom broke somewhere between putting it on and removing it.

The bedroom is dark, but I know my way around the room.

She shuffles on the bed, and another minute I’m back on the mattress, pulling the covers up around us.

I need to tell her, but my stomach is in knots.

We already have one kid.

Can we handle two?

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me. “Micetta,” I whisper.

Karina doesn’t pull away. She mumbles something unintelligible. Already she’s drifting to sleep.

It’s not like there’s anything we can do about it tonight.

Curling around her, I close my eyes, but I can’t relax. My fingers itch to touch her stomach, caress her skin, and imagine what it would be like if she was pregnant with my child again.

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