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Then he was sliding back inside of me.
Slowly.
Making me feel each thick inch of him against flesh made more sensitive from the orgasm I’d just had.
“Oh, my God,” I whimpered as he settled deep, then just… stayed there. Unmoving.
As my walls tensed of their own accord, over and over, trying to get some sort of movement as my hips started to wiggle in a small circle.
“Silvano?” I half asked, half cried as the need grew until it felt almost more intense than before.
His hand shifted upward, closing gently around my throat, before he finally started to move. Slow, controlled, hard thrusts.
Until my cries were filling the apartment, loud enough for his hand to move from my throat to my mouth, quieting me as he started to fuck me faster.
His body shifted, pushing me onto my belly as he started to take me from behind, the new position creating different sensations that had me moaning into the bedding as he rose up behind me, grabbing my hips, and yanking me back into him each time he thrust forward.
Deep.
Hard.
Borderline violent.
But my body was craving it, begging for more.
“Fuck, Mills,” he groaned when the orgasm crashed through me, making my walls spasm around him over and over while I cried mindlessly into the bed, letting it absorb my moans as he fucked me through it, then slammed deep, his whole body jerking as he came.
At some point, his body fell down on the mattress beside mine, both of us too overwhelmed, too busy trying to catch our breaths, to even reach for each other for a long time.
He recovered first, reaching for me, and hauling my suddenly boneless body up onto his strong chest.
His arm anchored around my hips as the other sifted through the strands of my hair as I listened as his heartbeat, frantic at first, slowed to a normal pace.
“The wait might have been torturous,” I said finally. “But that wouldn’t have been as fun with my ribs hurting.”
In fact, they were actually aching me more than they’d been in days right now. But I wasn’t going to fess up to that. Not if it meant he was going to go gentle on me the next time. Or, worse yet, wouldn’t fuck me again until he thought I was fully recovered.
Because now that I had that, there was no going back.
“Surprised Storm didn’t come rushing up here with that racket you were making,” he teased, shooting me a grin when I looked up to squint my eyes at him. Taking me with him, he leaned up to look down from the loft. “Dead asleep.”
“What a guard dog he’s turned out to be,” I said, tracing my fingers over Silvano’s skin.
“He knows you’re safe with me,” Silvano said, shrugging.
“Yeah,” I agreed. And I had to admit, I’d never felt safer than when I was around him. Maybe it was the whole ‘he’s a part of the mafia’ thing, but I thought it was more than that.
He was just… protective. And aware.
I mean when we’d been walking one day, some nasty fight broke out behind us, and he whipped around before I could even register what was happening, tucking me behind him, ready to take on whatever it was.
“Your legs working yet?” he asked after a couple of minutes.
“Maybe. Depends on what you have in mind,” I told him, getting a little chuckle out of him.
“Breakfast.”
“In that case,” I said, sitting up, and making a whole show of moving over him to get off the bed, straddling him for a second as his greedy gaze moved over me, then getting up, not bothering to find my clothes again, just starting down the stairs bare-ass naked.
