Page 47 of The Mafia's Desire

His grip on her turned bruising as he sped up, but it just added to all the other sensations. Within a minute, he was ramming into her, and she was holding onto the side of the bathtub for dear life.

The coil inside of her started to crack until one of his thrusts burst it into a million pieces sending her flying. Her scream echoed in the room and mixed with his groan until the space was filled with the sounds of satisfaction.

Her body sagged when she finally came down from a high she didn’t know existed. He grunted behind her and then lay his head on her back. She could still hear how hard he was breathing and was pleased she’d been able to give him that much pleasure.

It seemed to take forever before he roused, and her limbs were still numb.

“Let’s get in the shower,” Ethan said and pulled out of her.

She winced.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Ethan got out of the tub, pulled the drain, and then helped her to stand. He grabbed her under her arms when she swayed. Her legs felt like noodles, and it was hard to balance on her own.

He lifted her into his arms and walked into the shower. He blocked the cold water coming out until it warmed enough for her.

She pulled the band from her hair, letting it fall down her back.

For the next several minutes, Ethan bathed her so gently that tears filled her eyes. She loved how he murmured words and phrases telling her how much he cared for her and how special she was. She would never have guessed that this arrogant, mean, sometimes violent man had this height of sensitivity in him, and she loved it.

He dried them off and sat her on the counter as he dried and brushed her hair.

“Are you sore, baby?” he asked.

She wiggled. “Maybe a little.”

When he finished with the dryer, he tucked his fingers under her chin and tipped her head back. “How about a nap? I’ll have them send up a tray for dinner. After we eat, I want to love you again before we sleep.”

She cupped the side of his face. “That sounds wonderful.”

He lifted her hand and kissed her palm before helping her off the counter. He tucked her in bed and sat next to her as he called down to the kitchen.

The drapes were still open, so the room was filled with light, but it didn’t matter because she felt him go to sleep and followed close behind. She couldn’t have asked for a better day.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ethan woke up an hour later and sighed when he realized he had his Sara in his arms. It was a feeling of contentment he couldn’t get anywhere else. She was so precious to him that he needed to keep her happiness as the main focus of his life. Business would have to come in second.

He thought that would make him angry or anxious because he’d always loved what he did, but he felt no resentment.

She was a gift he was lucky to have found, just like the rest of his cousins who found their own.

Sara started waking. She was so beautiful. He knew their dinner was outside his door on the table next to his room. Although he told her they’d eat before they made love again, he couldn’t bring himself to hold back from the need to be inside of her.

He rolled her onto her back and braced himself on his elbow to look down at her. Before she was fully awake, he started running his hands up and down her body. He started sucking on her tits while circling her little clit with the tip of his finger.

“Mmmm,” she murmured.

“Are you finally waking up?” he asked.

She nodded and stretched, making saliva pool in his mouth.

Before he fucked her, he needed just a little taste. He moved down her body and in between her legs and instantly started sucking on her clit.

“Oh, Jesus,” she yelled.

He chuckled. “I like hearing that.” He built her up until she withered on the mattress, and she was begging.

“Ethan!”

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