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He falls back between my legs and grunts while stroking himself. My body feels on fire when he lowers his head and spits on my pussy. He rubs it against my clit before pushing it inside me.
I lick my lips, proud of myself for not freaking out as he moves up my body and then presses the head of his cock againstmy opening. If this were anyone else, even Elijah—RIP—there’s no way I’d feel so calm.
Antonio does what he said he would. He gradually slides inside me. I can tell from his breathing that it’s taking all his restraint not to fully plunge his cock in deep.
I don’t care about a condom. If this is our only chance to give ourselves to each other, I don’t want a barrier.
Only him and me, skin to skin.
Lover to lover.
Husband to wife.
The more he’s inside me, the more comfortable it gets.
“Go deeper,” I murmur. “I need to feel all of you, Antonio.”
As if my words are a kick to his back, he drives his dick all the way inside. I inhale a breath at the sudden sting. Antonio wraps my legs around his waist and allows me to adjust to his size before moving.
His first stroke is agony.
The pain lessens with the next.
By the third, the discomfort becomes pleasure.
My breathing is wild as I rotate my hips and meet his thrusts.
The sheets become a tangled mess as he fucks me softly. With every stroke, he becomes wilder. Our shadows dance on the wall while the bed slams against it, drowning out our moans and bodies slapping into each other’s.
I fuck him back while never wanting this to end. Our movements are so frantic that I know there will be bruises tomorrow.
“Only me,” he says roughly. “You are mine, Giana Marchetti.”
I shiver, goose bumps covering my skin like a tattoo.
“Only me,” he repeats, withdrawing and gliding back in. “Fucking say it, princess.”
I cry out in pleasure.
It’s not like I can form words at the moment.
He runs his fingers up my body and back to my throat. “Fucking say it, or you won’t say another man’s name in your life.”
“Tell me you’re mine first,” I dare, my voice strained from his restraint.
“Princess, I’ve been yours since you saw me execute a man.” His thrusts grow faster, and his words are said through rushed breaths. “And even in death, when I pay for my sins, you will own me.”
My heart is on overdrive as I scrape my fingers down his arm and grab his free hand. He gives me a last squeeze before releasing my throat and allowing me to guide our attached hands between my legs.
Together, we massage my clit before lowering our touch to where his cock meets my opening. He spreads our fingers apart, scissoring them around his cock, and he drives in and out of me.
“I’m yours, Antonio. Will only ever be yours.”
My declaration is our undoing.
He possesses me, pounding into me and claiming me.
I unravel first.
