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I push forward, slow and steady, feeling her resistance, the tight ring of muscle fighting my intrusion. She whimpers, her body tensing, and I stop, giving her a moment to adjust.

“Breathe,” I murmur against her lips. “Breathe for me, tesoro.”

She exhales shakily, and I feel her relax by degrees. I push deeper, inch by agonizing inch. She cries out, her nails scoring my back, and I freeze once I’m fully seated inside her, surrounded by her heat.

She’s mine. Completely. Irrevocably. Mine.

The possessiveness roars through me, primal and undeniable. I wait until her grip on my shoulders loosens, until her breathing evens out, until she experimentally rocks her hips against mine.

“Move,” she whispers. “Please, Dario. I need you to move.”

I withdraw slowly, watching her face for any sign of pain. When I see only hunger, I thrust back in, harder this time. She moans, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.

“Fuck,” I grunt, setting a rhythm. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect. This cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasps, meeting my thrusts. “Only yours. Only ever yours.”

I drive into her harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath us. She’s taking everything I give her, her body learning mine, her hips angling to meet each stroke. I adjust my angle, grinding against her clit with every thrust, and she jolts, her eyes flying wide.

“There,” I growl. “Right fucking there. I’m going to pound that spot until you cum all over my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me, Katya. I want to feel you milk me dry.”

“Dario,” she chokes out, her head thrashing against the pillow. “I can’t…it’s too much...”

“You can,” I insist, my hand sliding between us to rub her clit in tight circles. “You’re going to cum again, and then again. I’m not stopping until you’re a whimpering mess who can’t remember what it feels like to not have my cock inside her.”

She shatters. Her second orgasm crashes through her, her cunt clamping down on me so hard I see stars. I grunt, my thrusts becoming erratic, my control fraying at the edges.

But I’m not done. I flip us, pulling her on top of me without breaking our connection. She gasps, suddenly straddling me, my cock buried deep inside her.

“Ride me,” I order, my hands gripping her hips. “Show me what you’ve got, Bella. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

She braces her hands on my chest, her hair falling around her face like a curtain, and begins to move. Tentative at first, then bolder, finding her rhythm. The sight of her above me, breasts bouncing, skin flushed, taking her pleasure from my body, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.

“Look at you,” I rasp, my thumbs digging into her hip bones. “Riding my cock like you were born for it. You like being in control?”

“Yes,” she breathes, grinding down on me.

“Too bad.” I grip her waist and flip her again, pinning her beneath me, her legs over my shoulders. “I control this. I control your pleasure. You take what I give you.”

I pound into her, deep and relentless, angling for that spot that makes her scream. She does. Her third orgasm hits her like a freight train, her whole body convulsing. Her cunt strangles my cock with rhythmic pulses that tear the last vestiges of control from my grasp.

“I’m going to fill you up,” I growl against her neck, my thrusts becoming savage. “I’m going to breed this perfect cunt. I’m going to cum so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she sobs, her fingers tangled in my hair. “Please, Dario. Cum inside me. I want it. I want all of you.”

I erupt. My release tears through me, hot and endless, spurting deep into her willing body. I groan her name, my hips jerking with each pulse, marking her from the inside in a way no one else ever has or ever will.

For long moments, I stay buried inside her, our bodies locked together, our breathing ragged. Then I carefully withdraw, watching my seed spill from her, the most primitive satisfaction coursing through my veins.

I gather her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her trembling body. She fits perfectly, her head tucked beneath my chin, her heart hammering against my ribs.

“You’re okay?” I ask, my voice softer than before.

She nods, pressing a kiss to my throat. “More than okay.”

I tilt her chin up, looking into her sated, glowing eyes. “That was...”

“Perfect,” she finishes for me.