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I don’t dare open my eyes, I know exactly what she will look like, and even the image of her all needy and pink with pleasured flush nearly sends me over the edge. Feeling her tight walls trying to milk my cum out of me makes me nearly go cross-eyed. Her arousal coating me, baptizing me, allowing me to be a part of her. Allowing me to join her in this little sliver of heaven.

Once I am back from the edge, and can finally look at her, she is looking up at me as if I am her God when I am nothing but the devil trying to drag her selfishly to hell with me. I will protect her. She can join me in my world of depravity, and I will be enough to care for and protect her from those who will try to hurt us.

I pull my hips back before driving them home. Her moans begin to fill the air, fueling my desire until all I can see, think, hear, and feel is her. Sex has never felt like this. It has never felt so all-encompassing, as if I don’t have it, I will cease to exist. As if fucking her is oxygen, and without it, I will die.

“You feel that, angelo mio,” I murmur.

“W-what?” She stammers breathlessly.

“This is me claiming you,” I drive one strong thrust into her, emphasizing my point, “This is me destroying you for anyone else. You are mine, Mila.”

“Mas,” she whines, as I roll her clit, pushing her close to the edge before stopping. Not yet.

“Say it,” I growl, “Tell me you are mine.”

When she doesn’t, her eyes wide with uncertainty, I begin to pull myself out. As much as it would pain me, I would stop right here, right now, and not give her what she wants until she admits the truth.

Law enforcement or not. She is mine.

“Mas!” She gasps.

“Say it,” I grit out, almost completely out of her, only my tip sits at the ring of her entrance.

“I-I’m yours,” she whimpers her admission, and I push myself back in, enjoying her whimpering moans of defeat.

“That’s right,” I coax her, “Now say it again, like you mean it.”

“Mas…” She chokes on emotion, and I know I’m pushing her a little too far, but I’m feral right now. I want her to take the leap with me and trust that I will catch her.

I hike her leg up my waist, angling her hips so I can nudge into her a little further, a little harder, and she cries out her pleasure, “I’m yours, Mas… Every bit of me. Mind, body, and soul.”

Mine.

Mind, body, and soul.

Her desperate words strike me deep, piercing through my shrouded heart, and releasing the delicate emotion hidden within it. A feral roar rips through me. My cock twitches, precum dripping out of me. I know I was reckless forgoing the condom, but I needed to feel her, and the thought of her swelling and creating life for us makes me dizzy with desire.

My mouth claims hers in a furious kiss that she struggles to keep up with. I dip my tongue into her mouth, tasting and capturing her beautiful cries of pleasure before rolling her clit and allowing her orgasm to come crashing through her. The waves hit stronger than I have ever seen. Her pussy clamps down and milks my cock like silk gripping steel. I fall over the edge with her, allowing her to pull me with her to heaven with each power pulse of pleasure. My cum shoots out of me with each desperate thrust, coating her and staking my claim on her.

Forever.

Chapter 41

Massimo

Mila’s chest rises and falls in gentle succession, the water slowly melting from her body on every inhale, before submerging her breasts back into the water. She fell asleep on my chest about ten minutes ago, but I haven’t had the heart to move and risk waking her. Instead, I have settled for taking in this moment, memorizing every flutter of her eyelashes, every breath that caresses my arm, and the little sounds she makes as sleep tries to claim her.

The water slowly cools around us. It is only when Mila’s first shiver wracks her body as she seeks my warmth unconsciously that I carefully lift us both from the water. She makes a sleepy sound of displeasure.

I chuckle against her smooth skin, kissing her soft cheeks while whispering, “A couple of minutes, sweetheart, then you can curl up and sleep again.”

I make quick work, gently drying her body and applying a new dressing to her shoulder before tucking her into my bed. She’s barely awake as she slides to my side of the bed, shoving her face into my pillow.

Fucking adorable.

My chest aches where she left her mark on me.

I’m almost dry when my phone rings from my pants pocket. I search the floor for my pants, my heart hammering in my chest with fear of waking Mila.