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Her eyes close for a moment as she takes in my words. I can feel the slight tremor of her body beneath mine as she struggles with whatever is going on inside of her. I get it. Trusting someone to have your back is fucking hard. The only people I trust are the three men I call my family.And now her.I swallow the sudden lump in my throat at the thought. She has become the fifth member of this family and she will stay a part of it if I have my way.
Her eyes finally open and though tears are now freely streaming down her cheeks, her eyes are stern, resolute, as she nods again. I use my thumbs to wipe away her tears before dropping down and giving her a quick, soft kiss. Pulling away, I continue with my speech, knowing I cant kiss her longer and risk getting distracted while I have her like this; open, attentive, and ready to really hear my words for once.
"I think I saw the real you from day one. When I walked into Benny's hospital room and you were in his arms, laughing and crying with him like it was natural for you to be there," I pause, shaking my head as my lips tip up at the memory.
I was so fucking stressed that day. I had just come back from a meeting with Matteo Grossi and his nephew Renz Travano in Vegas and the moment I stepped off the plane, Stone finally called to tell me what had happened to Benny. I rushed straight to the hospital, expecting the worst, having only heard that he was in a coma, only to walk in and find her in his arms, giggling like they were lovers or some shit.
I was pissed off at the whole fucking situation and confused as fuck, yet here's this stunning little hellion spitting fire at me. Despite the fact that I could tell she was nervous as hell around me, she straightened her spine and acted completely unbothered by my likely murderous expression. In fact, she made fun of me, which is something that no one, except for the guys, dares to do. She challenged me and I fucking loved it.
Pulling myself out of the memory, I look back down at the gorgeous little hellion herself and continue. "Not only are you one of the most compassionate people I have ever met, but that day, you showed me just how brave you are. You've been through a fuck of a lot but when you stood up to me, defending your friendship with pops even though I was a scary asshole, I knew there was so much more to you. And every step of the way, every single thing that's been thrown at you, you've shown all of us how resilient you are."
"I'm not though," she interrupts, her face scrunched up adorably as she attempts to disagree with me. I don't give her the chance to spout more bullshit. Dropping my lips, I silence her with another kiss, this one more forceful. I kiss her until she relents, submitting to me. She sighs into my mouth as the tension bleeds out of her body.
Pulling away, I speak against her mouth, "It's still my turn to talk baby, so keep those pretty lips sealed until I tell you it's your turn to talk again, yeah?" I don't have to open my eyes to know she's gritting her teeth, fighting the firey little rebuttal sitting on her tongue.
Finally, she nods and I smirk, pulling away to look down at her face. I momentarily get caught in her blue-green eyes that are so full of unrelenting trust as they stare back at me and the power of that makes something inside of me shift. I've known from the beginning that she holds the ability to destroy me and it's one of the reasons I bolted when I felt myself getting closer to her. But it wasn't until this exact moment that I realized she also has the ability to heal me.
To heal all of us.
This time when I speak, I let myself walls down completely, showing her just as much trust as she's showing me right now. My voice comes out in a deep rumble like the words are being pulled from somewhere deep down inside of me that I didn't know even existed.
"There is no ugliness inside of you Isabella. You make all four of us better people and no matter what demons live inside of you, they haven't taken away everything that makes you good. You think of yourself as a disease but I already know you're our cure," I inhale deeply before letting the final piece of my soul tumble out of me. Dropping my forehead to hers, I murmur, "Eres la luz en mi mundo oscuro y creo que me estoy enamorando de ti."
She hesitates for a moment, probably working through the translation of my admittance. I know the exact moment she figures out what I've said because she lets out a little gasp and her body stiffens beneath me. For a second, I think I've said too much, gone too far, and the need to find a way to take the words back plows through me. But then, her hands are on my neck and with more strength, than someone so tiny should possess, she flips our positions once more, leaving her straddling my body.
I look up at her, a mix of shock and so much fucking lust at the sexy as hell way she just took control but all of that pales in comparison to the emotion that flows through me when I take in the look on her face. Her eyes are full of tears but they are bright, with clarity, like something has shifted inside of her also. She doesn't return the sentiment but she doesn't need to right now. I can see it all over her face. She's right there with me.
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Her long rich brown hair is a mess of waves as she bends, hovering her naked body above me. My hands clamp down on her hips, hers press down on my chest, her eyes never leaving mine as she leans in and drops her mouth to mine, claiming my lips in a hungry kiss.
Our mouths fight for dominance in a kiss that's all teeth and tongues. Her assertiveness turns me on way fucking more than it ever has from any other woman. In fact, I don't think I haveeverlet another woman be on top before this. But the way my girl is taking charge and letting lose, taking what she needs from me, is hot as fuck. It also has my chest filling with pride. These are the moments that tell me someone fierce as fuck is hiding beneath the layers of forced submission and haunted memories of her past. I know that whoever she truly is, who she's meant to be, isn't hiding as deep down as I previously thought and every time we see a flash of this girl, it proves to me that bringing her into our world was the right choice.
We don't just have ourselves a girlfriend that we all care about and want to share. We have a motherfucking Queen with the potential to rule by our sides.
With that thought, I rip my mouth from hers and lift her body with one of my hands, shifting her until she's hovering above my now leaking cock. Using my other hand, I glide the head of my dick through her dripping cunt, taking extra time to focus on her clit. Her eyes roll back in her head as she lets out a sexy as fuck moan. The sound snaps my control and I position myself at her entrance only pausing until I have her eyes back on me before slamming to the hilt in one thrust making her scream.
"Oh holy fucking shit, baby, your cunt feels incredible," I pant, holding her down on my cock while I will myself not to cum immediately. She feels so fucking good wrapped around me. When I've got myself under control, I slide my hands up her perfect body, gliding over her ribs, stopping only to squeeze her tits once, before continuing up until I have her jaw in my palms. Angling her head down so she's looking me in the eyes, I command, "Take what you need, Isabella."
I know this is all new to her but I don't give a fuck what she does to me or how she does it. I want her to take back some of the power she obviously lost in her life, especially with her piece of shit ex who took from her sexually. My jaw grits at the reminder but her pussy clenching around my cock brings me back to the present.
She braces her hands on my chest and tentatively lifts her hips before dropping back down. She does it again, adjusting herself until she finds the position that feels right for her. Once she finds it, she sets a rhythm and begins to bounce up and down on my cock. Her movements are choppy at first, like she's still thinking too hard about what she's doing. I don't want that. I want her to fucking lose herself. Using my hold on her hips, I lean her body forward slightly and encourage her to grind her perfect little cunt across my pelvic piercing. When she does it right, her clit rubs the barbell making her mouth drop open in shock.
"You like that baby?" I murmur, fighting against the need to fuck up into her pussy as she clenches around me.
"Oh my god, Gage!" she gasps as her nails begin to dig into my chest. I let her, reveling in the pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure. After discovering what my piercing can do for her, she finally lets loose. Her hips move up and down, increasing with speed the closer she gets. Her pussy rubs across me with every bounce, giving her the added sensation she needs to get her there. Her face is full of lust and wild abandon the more she works herself up and it's fucking beautiful to watch. For a second, I forget about my own need, just getting lost in observing the transformation happening in front of me.
"That's right, Cariño. Fuck your tight little cunt on my big cock. Don't you dare stop until your cum is dripping down my balls, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me." The more I say, the more she loses herself. She stops bouncing on my cock and instead, starts to roll her hips in a move that is so fucking sensual, that I almost cum on the spot. Her pussy squeezes my cock in a vice grip seconds before she throws her head back and screams in ecstasy. I quickly suck my pinky finger into my mouth, soaking it, before reaching behind her and forcing it inside of her tiny asshole up to the first knuckle. Her eyes fly back to me as she gasps in shock but it quickly morphs into a moan as it sends her into another orgasm.
"Gage!" she shouts through her heavy breathing as her motions begin to stutter with fatigue.
Ripping my thumb from her ass, I quickly flip our positions again. Before she even knows what's happening, I have her ankles in my hands and she's bent in half. My thrusts are brutal and borderline punishing as I fuck her through the aftershocks of her orgasm that's left both my cock and balls soaked with cum. Gritting my teeth, I bend forward, releasing my grip on one of her legs so I can grasp her jaw and drag her mouth to mine.
Our kiss starts out just as brutal as my thrusts but slowly turns into something else as her hands slide up my chest and grasp onto my cheeks. She holds my face gently, tenderly,reverently.The feeling of her softness against my savagery calms something inside of me that feels a lot like a beast. The beast that is constantly on guard, ready for an attack.The way she's touching me right now is full of passion and maybe even love.
Without even thinking, I drop her other leg and slow my pace, settling in between her thighs and sinking into our kiss. Everything slows and with her, I experience another first. I make love to a woman.
Our kiss never breaks as I roll my hips with hers, fucking her hard and slow. Her hands explore my body like she's learning every inch of me, memorizing me. Her fingers trace over my neck, my chest to my shoulders, and down my back. They skim across the large tattoo that covers my back. She only hesitates a second when she feels my scars for the first time but she doesn't stop and she doesn't shy away from them. If anything, she touches every single one, tracing them like she's trying to heal them.
