Page 35 of The Mafioso’s Bride

Her thighs tighten around me. She comes with my name breaking from her mouth.

I climb over her and kiss her while her body relaxes beneath mine. “Do you want to continue?”

“Yes.” Her hand closes around my cock. “I want this.”

I reach for the condom and roll it on. “There may be pain when I enter you. Tell me to stop, and I stop. Tell me slower, and I slow down. You can correct me at any point.”

“I will.”

I position myself at her entrance. “I’m going to push in now.”

“Do it.”

The head of my cock enters her. Her fingers close hard around my shoulders.

I stop. “Pain?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me out?”

“No. Stay there.”

I hold still. Her body loosens around me a fraction.

“Slower,” she says.

I press deeper by careful inches. Her nails dig into my skin. Sweat gathers along my spine while I force my hips to obey her pace.

“More.” I give her more.

Her face tightens, then eases when I settle fully inside her. Every part of me demands movement. I remain buried to the root and wait.

“You’re inside me,” she says.

“Yes.”

“I like the pressure.” She moves her hips beneath mine. “Move.”

I withdraw halfway and enter her again. “Harder.”

“You were in pain.”

“I’m not now. Harder, Luca.”

I thrust harder. Her mouth opens on a broken sound, and her legs lock around my hips.

“Good?”

“Yes. Again.”

I give it to her again. The bed strikes the wall as I fuck her with the force she requests. She takes me, directs me, and corrects my angle with one palm against my hip.

“You’re my husband,” she says.

Her claim breaks my restraint.

“And you’re mine.” I pin her wrists beside her head. “Tell me if you want them free.”