Page 47 of Cassio (Belles & Mobsters 3)

ÁINE

Goosebumps scattered up my spine and through every inch of my skin. I saw stars behind my eyelids as my pleasure reached higher and higher. Finally! I wanted this man.Forever!This feeling forever. As my orgasm subsided, I slowly peeled my eyelids open and met his gaze. And holy hell.

Our eyes locked, my fingers still in his black hair, his face glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. It was the most erotic sight I had ever had the fortune of glimpsing.

My orgasms belonged to him. From my first one to my last one. No questions asked.

The intensity in his eyes blazed, matching the inferno in my veins. He crawled up my body, leaned in and brought his mouth to mine, pausing close enough where his lips were barely brushed against mine. He remained still, waiting for me. For my permission. I closed the gap between us and as I took a sweet pull on his lower lip, I tasted myself on him. Heat that still pulsed through my veins ignited and spread like fire.

A pure, unadulteratedneedthat only he could sate.

He just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I was ready for another. It would never be enough with him. Our kiss turned deeper, and I melted into him as his tongue danced against mine.

My pulse drummed between my legs as he lazily explored my mouth, sucked on my tongue. He savored me like a delicacy. His arms braced on the bed on each side of me, but his weight on me was delicious. My hips arched up, rubbing against his hard body, feeling his hard erection pressing against my stomach. The air pulsed in sync with our heartbeats; two hearts beat as one.

I ran my nails down his back, holding on to him, urging him on. My breathing grew ragged as I writhed underneath him, panting and moaning his name against his lips. I whimpered, moving my hips up, my body telling him what I wanted. His hand slid down my body, caressing my nipples.

“Hunter, please,” I breathed against his lips. “Don’t make me wait.” I waited so damn long.

I opened my legs wider, the message that I needed him inside me loud and clear. He positioned himself at my slick entrance, his shaft hard and hot. Anticipation coiled within me like hot metal and the ache between my legs demanded to be eased. I could feel the tip of him pressed against my throbbing sex. He pushed the tip of it inside me, and for the briefest second, my body tensed.

He immediately stilled.No, no, no.Don’t stop! I wanted to scream.

My eyes raised to his dark pools, to find him watching my face.

“Hunter?” I breathed out softly.

He shifted up slightly, taking in my naked body, then returning back to my face. “Just say the word,” he murmured. “And I’ll stop.”

It was ridiculous that I needed his assurance at my age. And his words meant more than the whole world. I didn’t want him to stop, though I felt I should probably give him a fair warning.

I swallowed hard, worried what reaction my next words would bring.

“This will be my first time,” I murmured, slightly embarrassed. If he started questioning me, I worried the moment would just vanish into smoke.

He watched me for two heartbeats that seemed to go on forever. Then understanding passed his expression and his forehead lowered against mine.

“It will hurt a bit,” he warned. It would be comical if it was happening to anyone else but me. I fought and killed, dreamed of bloody screams and scenes that nightmares were made out of. And this wonderful man was warning me that my first time might hurt.

It will be worth it, I wanted to say, but instead I pulled him closer, urging him on. My nails dug into his back as he entered me slowly, his size stretching me. There was so much pain. A slight burning.

“Relax, Butterfly.” His voice was strangled as he moved in deeper, slightly harder. I just wanted him to push in all the way, instead of doing it slowly, letting me adjust. I watched as his forehead creased and his eyes turned darker than midnight. I forced myself to relax, focused on his face.

He moved in even deeper, the pain subsiding and being replaced with the pleasure. He pushed beyond my barrier and hit that sweet spot and it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“That’s it, Vita Mia.” He called mehis life. I didn’t speak Italian, but I understood that endearment. So many feelings hit me at that moment, it almost choked me. I wasn’t even an emotional person. Yet, at this very moment, I felt so much it was almost overwhelming.

He started to move faster, pumping in and out of me. Each time he pulled out and then thrust back in, my breath left me on a whimper. He was overwhelming me in the most delicious way, the feelings in my heart growing stronger with each heartbeat.

I lowered my gaze and watched our bodies move as one. There was no room for shyness, no room for escape, just to give into him. This man that finally brought me a lover’s touch, I hungered for. He gave me the world and he didn’t even know it.

Intensity grew with each pump, his stomach muscles tightened with each thrust and the power in his eyes burned right through me. I burned right along with him.

My nails dug into his flesh as pleasure surged inside me. It was right there, building and building. It would erupt like a volcano any second. Another thrust, the grind of his pelvis against me, and I burst into a million stars. Shuddering violently, I let go, giving into the sensation and counting on him to catch me. His thick cock moved at a piston pace and though I had never been fucked before, I knew nobody would have ever fucked me so thoroughly.So completely.

I cried out in pleasure and my entire body trembled, shudders rolling through my body as my insides clenched around his cock. He moved faster and harder, going in even deeper. The next second, he slammed into me hard and held himself deep inside me.

“Fuck. My Áine.” Yes,his. His eyes shut tight and all of his muscles seized as he spilled himself inside me. His head tilted back as my name slipped through his lips on a guttural moan and he continued to slide slowly in and out, releasing his body of every single drop of cum. Inside me.

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