Page 104 of Cassio (Belles & Mobsters 3)

I waited for you too long and now I want it all.

“Stand up,” he rasped, a hard demand in his voice. He was jerking me upwards, spread my legs and pulled me close. My pussy was next to his face. I braced myself with a hand on his shoulder, his hands dug into my butt and his face buried into my pussy. Fire ignited like a volcano, his mouth sucked and licked, nipping at my clit. My skin seared with need. My nails dug into his shoulder and I rolled my hips against his mouth. He was killing me, stealing my breath and sanity. And I couldn’t have been happier about it.

Before the release shot through me, he grabbed my hips, slid me onto his lap and slammed inside of me.

A choked cry escaped me. He stilled, his eyes darkening and burning hot. I was still tender and sore.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured silky. His hands gentled on me. He leaned forward and took my lips with reverence, kissing me. Capturing my top lip between his, my body relaxed with each gentle kiss and touch he gave me. He leaned and ran his lips down the length of my throat, trailing kisses that would brand me as his for the rest of my life. No matter how short it turned out to be.

“I’ll give you everything,” he rasped a promise I knew he would keep. His scruff brushed my soft skin, his teeth nipping at my collarbone. I sighed, my hands roamed his body. I wanted to feel every muscle, know every inch of him. His touch on me was hungry, urgent and it fed the flames within me. I never wanted them extinguished.

I rolled my hips, slow and easy at first. The soreness was there but the fire and need for him was greater. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face into his neck, inhaling deeply. He smelled like a perfect mixture of oceans and woodsy cologne. Like safety, desire and love.

A shiver ran through me, the heat sparkling as I ground my clit against his pelvis. His hands roamed down my back, his hard palms scraping against my soft skin. They paused at my ass and his fingers dug into it, pulling me harder against him. He was deep inside me and with each roll of my hips against him, my moans became breathier, louder. I rose an inch and then slid back down, moving up and down against his shaft.

His hands took control and started moving me up and down. He took my mouth into his and captured my next moan. He fucked me, guiding my body up and down over him and hot pressure began to build. My breaths were heavy, my chest ready to explode.

“Fuck, Áine,” he groaned. He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and with each thrust inside me, his teeth pulled on the sensitive buds.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Hunter, please.“

His fingers dug into my hips and he thrusted again. Hard. And again. He took my lips into a hard kiss, bit into my lower lip and my body shuddered, the pressure burst into a million stars. His body tensed, pressed his face against my throat, let out a groan and bit my neck as he found his release.

This. This was what it was all about.

Love.Passion.

It was what made people lose all sense - wage wars, burn cities, pledge loyalty, kill. I’d kill anyone that hurt this man. Just as I knew deep down, he’d kill anyone that hurt me.

We remained still, both of our breathings frantic, my skin hot against his. Chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat.

Together.

Hours later, both of us laid in bed, sweat glistening on our skin and the only sound was our heavy breathing. We just finished round three. Or was it four? I didn’t have a clue; I was in a pleasure induced coma.

Holy shit!

My heart still raced from what we had done. I felt this intense connection to him; it was raw and all-consuming. He dozed off, but I was too wound up to sleep. Besides, subconsciously I worried about dreams that would certainly follow. So I’d bask in this amazing feeling for as long as I could, as I listened to his even breathing. His strong heartbeat against mine.

He was exceptionally good in bed. It made me jealous of all the women that were lucky to have felt his hands and his mouth before me. A possessive feeling swelled in my chest at the thought of any other woman touching him. Or even worse, Hunter wanting another woman.

Then a thought hit me and I jolted up.

“Hunter?”

His eyes snapped open and he reached for his gun, his gaze darting around the room.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

I chuckled. Okay, maybe I should have just given him a light nudge.

“Put the gun away,” I told him. “Nobody is attacking.”

“Fuck!” He shoved it back into his nightstand and turned my way. “What’s the matter?”

I realized too late that it might not be the best time to discuss this, but too late now. He was wide awake. I kept chewing on my bottom lip, trying to figure out a delicate way to discuss the terms of our marriage.

He took my face between his hands, both of our naked bodies brushing against each other and just like that I was turned on again.

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