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I punctuate every word with a hard thrust.
Moans overcome her yes. She rubs her pussy furiously, so close to coming. I can always tell. She’s like a fucking goddess in moments like this, where she let go and gives into the pleasure I’m inflicting on her body.
That’s what I want. To push her to her limits. Make her crave nothing but my cock and being fucked by it. By me.
I’m not sure how it’s possible to feel so intensely for a woman. How I can simultaneously want to destroy her for her insolence, for flexing her power over me, and shower her with the finest gifts in the world? How can I want to wrap my arms around her as we drift off to sleep but have a deeper impulse to possess her in every way imaginable?
Her body trembles under me, like she’s so overwhelmed by the sensations. My dick in her ass and her fingers on her clit are too much. She comes, her body seizing up for a few euphoric seconds before she ends with a weak, exhausted little, “ohhh.”
Something about the pitifulness of the sound’s my undoing. I grip her hips and I slam into her one final time. My balls tingle as I come so hard, it’s almost painful. I unload my release ’til there’s no more left to spill.
She’s still shaking when I pull out, a fleeting pang of guilt hitting me. Her ass is red and irritated, cum trickling from her puckered hole. I went harder than I planned, but her body’s indulged in just as much pleasure as it has pain.
I put my hand on her pussy and slick my fingers with her juices. She’s always so damn sweet.
“Always like honey,” I tell her, sampling her myself. “Did Honey get to come?”
She opens her eyes, staring at me in dazed satisfaction, and then nods.
“Good girl,” I say, scooping her up, and carrying her to the bathroom.
“Are you sore?” I ask. Falynn up sits on the ledge of the tub as I prepare a bath.
“That was some punishment,” she answers. “I’ll make sure to never beinsolentagain.”
“I went a little hard. You felt too good. But you liked getting your ass fucked, didn’t you?”
She hums as she tilts her head back, and I plant a kiss on her mouth.
After playing our game of truth and dare, we’re both satisfied and spent. I light some candles and empty her favorite bathtime luxuries into the tub. There are few things she loves more than a soak in wonderful-smelling bath bombs and Epsom salt.
I help her into the deep roman tub. She sighs as soon as she sinks into the warm, fizzy water.
As much pleasure as I take in dominating her in the bedroom, I take just as much joy in spoiling her during moments like this. I grab the loofah and dip it into the soapy water, gently running it over her shoulders and then back.
Another light hum emits from her throat, this one of approval. “Join me,” she murmurs, her hand catching mine as I dip the loofah in the water again. “All this space in this big tub. I’m lonely.”
I marvel at the playful glint in her eye and then kiss her brow. “We can’t have that, can we?”
Before Falynn came into my life, baths had never been in my vocabulary. I was much more straightforward, preferring hot and timely showers. Nothing about soaking in a tub of soap and warm water sounded appealing to me, even with a naked woman for company.
But I hadn’t known what a bath with Falynn was like. How heavenly it could be to indulge in a long soak with a woman you can’t get enough of.
I settle into the roman tub behind her, dropping a kiss on the tip of her shoulder. The warm water and Epsom salt relax me and loosen the tension in my muscles. It’s needed after the chaos and strife of the last few months. Aside from Portofino, Falynn and I have had no time to unwind like this.
If I have my way, moments like now will become our norm. Business and matters concerning the family will remain outside of us and our relationship. Two separate lives I’ll lead—one where I’m a savage Mafia King ruling with no mercy and endless power. The other is my time with Falynn, where passion burns between us, but we also bask in these quiet, intimate moments.
Falynn leans into me, her body cradled by my own. Time is marked by the wax melting on the lit candles. We sit and soak in relaxing silence, occasionally caressing each other and indulging in soft, tender kisses.
Men cower and bow down before me. I possess the sort of power that strikes fear and apprehension in their hearts. I command an army and run one of the most powerful crime families in the world. Now with Papa, Uncle Claro, and Giancarlo gone, I am undisputedly, unequivocally King.
Here with my Queen, the woman who means more than even the throne I inhabit. The woman I will marry and who will birth my heirs. She doesn’t know it yet, but it’s already been decided. We areforever.
Good. Bad. The light and the dark. Tears and laughter. Pain and pleasure. The triumphs we’ll share, along with the inevitable bloodshed. She’s going to be with me for it all. What we have doesn’t end for as long as we both shall live. It’s not over until we’re dead and gone.
And even then, we’ll be together somehow. Our love, as deep and complex as it is, transcends life itself.
My death in Portofino proves this. I rose from the dead for her. I came back to life for her. She waited for me every single day. We found a way to survive. We always will.
