Page 46 of Claimed By Him

“Fuck, baby…” Tony bit his lip and pushed his hips up, releasing his hands to slide up my thighs.

I put my hands against his chest and began to move. I told myself to forget my insecurities about inexperience and just do what felt good. So, I tilted my hips down, pushing my knees out and pressing my tender clit against his skin.

Yes… that felt good… I ground myself down against his body, focusing more on pushing down than on pulling up. I pushed hard and heard my own breaths become shaky with raw need.

Tony’s eyes looked as though they were rolling up, and his mouth hung open silently until he burst out, “Oh, God! Fuck, Fiona…”

I kept grinding, taking my time to find a good speed and stick to it. “Ah.” My moans came out breathy, high-pitched, and entirely unfiltered.

I looked down at Tony, into his eyes which were locked on me as he ground his teeth together and gripped my ass tightly. I suspected that he was going to come soon and that surprised me since it’d hardly been a few minutes of me grinding against him.

Thankfully though, I was already there. I dropped my head back and let out a loud cry with my body pumping down against his harder and faster, speeding up with my rising climax. “Yes! Oh, baby yes!”

“Fuuuck!” Tony roared out, suddenly squeezing my thighs tightly and pushing his hips up to fuck me from below. I fell down against his chest while he held my hips and continued to fuck me like a mad man, nearly bursting a vein before he finally stilled inside me.

I was fucking wasted, done, absolutely lifeless across his body. He lay spread out like a starfish beneath me, breathing so deeply that my head rose and fell with his chest.

“Oh, my God,” he eventually spoke, “Fiona, I can’t even explain…”

I weakly lifted my head and rested it on my chin, looking at his face. “It was good?”

He sighed with exhaustion and pulled me onto my side with his dick slipping out of me, then looked down at me with the most innocent look I’d ever seen on his face. “It was genuinely the best I’ve ever had, baby girl.”

“Really?” I asked breathlessly.

“Really.” He dropped his head and kissed me, long and sensual.

I felt entirely worn out. After Tony discarded the condom, he walked to the windows and pulled the curtains closed. The apartment went dark. Then he lay down beside me, pulled up the blanket, and took me into his arms. We finally passed out together, getting all the sleep we hadn’t been able to last night.

It must have been late afternoon when I woke up and heard the sounds of Tony in the kitchen. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, keeping the blanket over my naked chest.

“What are you doing?”

He was wearing only his boxer briefs, looking sexier than ever with the longer hair at the top of his head all messed up still. Before this morning, I’d never seen him with bed hair before. He came back to the bed with two cups of coffee. When he handed my cup over, he winked.

“There you are, princess.”

“Thank you.” I took the cup between my hands and sipped it. “How’s your arm? I should probably change the bandage by now.”

He sat down in front of me. “I’ve had my share of injuries before. Broken ribs, deep cuts, internal bleeding, stab wounds, bullet wounds...” He trailed off, then picked up his arm to show he could move it. “This isn’t the worst I’ve had.”

I tried to smile but truthfully, I hated hearing about how often he got hurt. It only reminded me of the reasons why I just couldn’t be with him. Even if I wanted to draw out this sexy fantasy we were living, I found myself wanting to get real with him, too.

“You’re gonna leave soon, aren’t you?”

He looked down into his cup. “I guess I have to.”

I put my mug down and got up from the bed, stretching out my arms. I turned around and saw Tony’s eyes on my naked body, so I lingered for a moment, enjoying his longing gaze before I turned to my closet and pulled out a clean T-shirt and panties.

“You know that I don’t want to leave, right?” He asked as I pulled my clothes on.

I shrugged and walked back to the bed, sitting down, and reaching for my coffee again. “I’d like to think so.”

“What do you want, Fiona?”

His voice was clear and firm. I wondered if this was the only chance I would get to tell him how I felt, that I wasn’t sure, but I thought I might love him. The more I thought it over, the more I realized that would only cause a lot of hurt for both of us.

I had to remember my plan because if I threw that plan away to give into my feelings for Tony, I would probably find myself stuck in New York for another 20 years, abiding by his rules instead of Antonio’s.

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