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He then broke eye contact as he buried his head back between my legs. As soon as his mouth replaced his thumb, my head fell back, and I shattered apart for him. “Nazario.” I chanted his name like a mantra as he continued to use his hands and his wicked tongue to fuck me to a second orgasm. By the time he finally emerged from between my thighs and stood up, my body was still pulsing from the aftershocks.
Nazario fisted his cock, and I could already see the drops of precum dotting the tip. I wanted to taste him and drive him as wild as he just made me, but when I reached for him, he released it from his grip and grabbed my waist. He tugged me toward the edge of the desk, and lifted me enough to slam into me.
We both groaned simultaneously. This man was a perfect fit for me, in and out of the bedroom, and not a single reaction had ever been faked. Whether through violence like that night in the cell, or desperate passion like in the New York City alleyway, or tender moments like now, he owned every part of me, and always would.
“Yours,” I cried out as he started to move inside of me.
“Mine,” he swore, and I wondered if he was remembering that one night between us.
“Every part of you is mine.”He’d said it that night, and I knew that he was.
“Sì, Nazario,” I responded, much the same as I had then.
“Your ass... your pussy... your body... your mind... Your every waking thought is mine.”
“Yes,” I cried out in response. Nazario began to drive into me even harder, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. “More,” I pleaded.
“More?” he asked. “More what?” Before I could respond, he dug his fingers into my hips and slammed into me so hard the desk creaked below us. “This?”
I whimpered, as his punishing rhythm drove me closer to the edge.
“Or this?” he murmured before leaning in and attacking my throat with the same hunger he had my clit minutes earlier. I raised my head, and he moved from my neck to my chin, then cheek before nipping on my earlobe. “Or this...” He paused, then spoke again to let me know what the last option was. “I own you, Viviana. You are my property to use and do with as I please. Do you understand that?”
“Sì.”
“I own your heart too. Tell me, Viviana. Tell me that you love me.”
“I love you,” I said, this time without any hesitation. “You own my body, heart, and soul. You always will.”
He pulled away and grinned. I was then carried over to the bed and dropped unceremoniously down on top of it. His body followed mine, and this time when he drove into me, no other words needed to be said. He fucked me hard, imprinting not only his ownership but his love upon me, and when we both came together, it was beautiful. It was poignant. It was perfect. It wasus!
His seed bathed my inner walls as I clamped down around him to hold him inside. We lay like that for several minutes as we struggled to regulate our breathing. He was using his arms to hold his upper body off me so he wouldn’t crush me, but I needed to feel all of him against me. I reached for his head with one hand, and when I pulled it down so I could kiss him, I used my other to pull the rest of him. My arms and legs imprisoned him, and we lay there drinking from each other’s lips.
I’d never dreamed of actually having real happiness, but I did, and because of this man. Our life would never be simple, or normal. After all, we both had amassed enemies of our own, and each day was a fight for survival. We had each other and it was all we needed. We’d rule our kingdom together, but for now, I wanted to worship my king privately.
I released him from my grasp, and as he rose off of me, I grabbed his cock, and it wasn’t long before I had him spilling his seed in me once more. Our happily ever after would never be traditional, despite our wedding, but it’d also never be boring. When he flipped me over onto my stomach and drove back into me, I knew our sex life would never be either. He wrapped my hair around his fist, yanked roughly on it, then slammed into me over and over until declarations of love mingled with my cries of pleasure. He fused his mouth to mine, and when he came a third time, I swallowed the sounds. This was neither the end of our story, nor the beginning. It was simply a continuation of the greatest tale I ever could’ve imagined —our own!
