Page 102 of Pretty Little Game

I feel beyond lucky to have this compassionate, brave woman in my life. I only want to do right by her. Always. Gently brushing Bianka’s tears away, I kiss her forehead gently. Bianka sniffles, tipping her chin up to smile at me sadly.

“I love you. You know that?” I murmur, stroking her cheek with my thumb.

“I love you too,” she breathes. Then she leans into me, her lips finding mine, seeking solace in my kiss.

The embrace is poignant, comforting, a connection we both desperately need after such a challenging night. We’ve gone through such a gamut of emotions, ranging from celebration about the success of our play to fear when my father threatened to separate us.

All that conflicting emotion roils inside me, bleeding into my kiss and making me cling to the happier moments with desperation. Bianka responds to my intensity, the soft caress turning into something more passionate.

Feeling Bianka is about the only thing that might give me a momentary reprieve from my troubles, and she seems to feel the same way. Since our near-death experience and almost losing each other, it seems our physical connection has taken on a new, more powerful meaning.

When I kiss Bianka, I do so like it’s the last time. When I touch her, I burn the sensation into my brain so I might always remember how beautiful, how perfect she is, and how alive she makes me feel. Tonight only emphasized all the ways I might have lost her along the way.

The agony of that possibility drives my longing into something overwhelming, and I ease Bianka back onto her bed, bracing on one arm as I hover over her. Her hands gently stroke down my face, neck, and shoulders. Her fingers trace the line of my spine, making me shiver. Then she slowly gathers the fabric of my shirt, pulling the tee up my body and over my head.

Silently, I study her eyes once I’m free of my casual backstage shirt. In her eyes is a plea for me to distract her from her own tumultuous thoughts.And who can resist such a request?Capturing her lips more fiercely, I pull Bianka up off the bed with me, kissing her even as I unzip the back of her dress.

Pulling it down over her shoulders, I let it drop to the floor, and she steps out of her heels, kicking them haphazardly to the far side of the room. Then her hands are on my belt as I reach around to unfasten her bra, our disrobing almost desperate compared to a moment before.

Our clothes falling in a pile on the floor, I scoop Bianka up and deposit her in the center of the bed a moment later. Her gaze drops to take in the sight of the discolored flesh that still covers the left side of my body.

It’s a sickly greenish-yellow now, with the majority of my other bruises almost fully gone. But the one from my broken ribs seems to linger far longer. My ribs are still a bit tender, but they’ve come a long way in the near month they’ve had to heal.

Before I can say anything, Bianka shifts her gaze to my face, and she combs her fingers into my hair, pulling me down to her. “Make love to me, Cassio,” she breathes against my lips.

I can’t deny her anything. She’s already naked beneath me, her perfect nipples taut with anticipation, and as my cockhead strokes between her folds, I find her ready for me. Easing inside of her, I make our two bodies one.

A gasp rushes between her lips at the sudden penetration. Still, her pussy clenches around my cock, demanding more of me. And I have to obey. Rocking into her, I take up a slow, purposeful pace.

I want to feel every moment of my time with Bianka in stark detail. I want to feel every inch of her glorious depths contracting around me. I want to feel her trembling legs wrapped around my hips, hear her shuddering breaths as they crash against mine like waves against the shore.

Her lips are fire against my own, burning with an intense yearning that sets my soul ablaze. Her tongue stokes my need and, at the same time, soothes me. Goosebumps ripple across her skin as I knead her flesh, relishing the silky sensation of it.

This is what I live for, getting lost in the perfection that is Bianka. And it strikes me for the first time since my father took that call. This stunning creature, this woman who seems to have been placed here just for me, who sings to my soul and gives me a reason to breathe, this goddess of joy and life, is my betrothed. She willingly agreed to be mine for keeps.

The thought strikes a chord in me that makes my body vibrate with deep and resounding happiness. And suddenly, I’m throbbing as I stiffen further, ready for release. Swallowing hard, I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to hold on until Bianka reaches the same place.

But dear god, it’s almost impossible when she groans with unbridled pleasure, her fingers digging into my lower back.

“Fuck,” she cries, her back arching as her walls tighten around me.

A growl rips from my throat as I pick up the pace, my arousal so overpowering that I can’t restrain myself any longer. Bianka bucks beneath me in response, her hips rolling, grinding against me as she rises up to meet each thrust.

Leaning up off the bed, Bianka captures my lip between her teeth, biting down just hard enough to make me moan and my balls tighten dangerously. Then she releases the tender flesh, running the tip of her tongue along my lower lip as if to ease any pain.

Two can play that game. Rolling until Bianka sits on top of me, I grip her hips, stabilizing her until she finds her rhythm. Then I trace a pathway up her soft skin to cup her warm, firm breasts.

Taking her nipples between my finger and thumb, I roll each nub and pinch them, rewarded by the way her pussy tightens around my erection. Bianka gasps, her hips rocking more desperately, and I sit up to capture one taut nipple between my lips to suck and soothe it after its punishment.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” Bianka breathes, almost in surprise.

Her pussy explodes around me a moment later, wet arousal slicking her folds and dripping from her entrance as she coats the base of my cock. It feels so fucking good, the way her walls grip me, wrapped around my throbbing cock.

Snaking an arm around her waist, I slam her down onto my erection, burying myself deep inside her as I come hard. Spurt after spurt of ejaculation fills her as I grunt and shudder with the force of my orgasm.

And all the while, her aftershocks pulse around me, urging me deeper inside her. Sinking back as my muscles relax from the intense relief, I collapse onto the bed, and Bianka falls on top of me. Her head nestles perfectly beneath my chin, her ear pressed to my heart, and I hold her close as we breathe deeply.

We stay like that a long time, long after we’ve regained our breath and my pulse has calmed. It feels so good to have her in my arms, my cock softening in her slick pussy. This is the only place I’ll ever want to be.

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