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“You’re mine.” Tilting my head, he kissed me deeper, sweeping my mouth with his tongue, tasting me and claiming me.
I was his, coming undone with a desperate ache to have him inside me. This violent mafia man was my every breath, every beat of my heart.
“Marco.” Need soared through me. Slipping my hand between us, I worked the buttons of his shirt open as I followed the tendon of his neck with gentle sucking kisses, and wet touches of my tongue to his flesh.
“Topolina.” Breath mingled. The moment grew heavy between us. Where he touched me, heat slipped beneath my skin. His strong hands made me feel safe…made me feel desired.
I kissed him again. Sweet tastes became a wild lashing of tongues. His lips crushed mine. Another wet stroke of his tongue sent heat pooling in my pussy. I rocked into his groin, desperate to slake the ache in my core.
With his mouth still sipping mine, he inched back and shrugged the shirt from his body. I broke the kiss and rested both of my hands on his chest, tracing the curve of his pectoral with my thumbs and grazing my fingertips over the scar on his chest. Reaching lower, I flipped the bar and hook closure of his trousers. The whir of the zipper lowering echoed with the sound of the water from the shower.
A thousand promises were made with his hungry stare. His gaze followed my fingers as I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them past my hips. Tucking my thumbs into my panties, I slowly pushed them down.
A low, feral growl vibrated through Marco. “Are you sure?” His palm gently touched my bruised ribs.
I wouldn’t pretend my ribs didn’t ache or that my body wasn’t as battered as my soul. Bruises painted my body in a tapestry of color. We’d been to war together, emotionally scarred but stronger because we were together.
I curled my fist, feeling the bite of his ring. “I’m your wife. Take what you need from me.”
He shrugged out of his slacks and backed me into the shower. The warm waters cascaded over us but paled in comparison to the heat of Marco’s mouth on mine. Water soaked my hair. Wet strands clung to my cheeks and dripped from my lashes as he cradled my face and kissed me.
There was nothing hurried about the way he made love to my mouth. He licked my lips as he curled his tongue around mine, tempting me to taste more of him.
As his mouth caressed mine, his cock rocked against my pubic bone. Reaching between us, I curled my fingers around the thickening girth and stroked him from root to tip. The velvety smooth skin slid over the solid steel beneath.
Water continued to rinse away the reminders of the night. There was only the two of us, cocooned in this intimate moment.
I lifted my gaze to his. “Please, Marco, I need to feel you inside me.”
He turned me, one hand collaring my throat, the other gently cupping my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipple.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His fingers splayed across my abdomen, slid lower, parted my folds, and grazed my clit.
“With us there is always pain with pleasure.”
He rimmed my opening and dipped a finger just inside me. With my hands braced against the shower wall, I arched my back and widened my legs.
“Fuck.” Bending his knees, he fisted his dick, nudged my center, and with a slow stretch, filled me. This was where I belonged, falling with Marco.
His guttural moan echoed with my surrendering whimper. He pushed deep into me, slowly withdrew every inch of his wet cock, and slid back into me.
Nothing was rushed, yet his grip was firm, both on my neck where my pulse fluttered, and my hip where he braced me against his thrusts. With his lips against my flesh, he whispered words in Italian.
“You feel so good inside me.” I closed my eyes and arched more. “I need you, too, Marco.”
His palm sluiced along my belly and cupped my pussy. As he fucked me unbelievably deeper, he split my folds and centered his fingers over my clit. Oh god, he touched me where his cock stretched my opening, gathering the wetness where our bodies joined.
Little sparks of heat burst into shards of electric pulses. Muscles burned and tensed. My legs began to tremble.
The strength of his body against mine, the power of his cock sliding in and out of me, and the harshness of his breath against my skin sent me spiraling. A maelstrom of emotions twisted within me, coiling tighter and tighter.
“I’m going to come.” The words escaped my lips as a plea to push me to the edge.
“Come on your husband’s cock, topolina.” He powered into me, penetrating hard and deep, then sliding out, to possess me again.
I forgot to breathe. Marco was my only thought as my mind numbed and my body melted. The heat and steam of the shower surrounded us. My breasts crushed against the shower wall, and my hands balled into fists. My heart rabbited as he covered my hand with his, flattening my palm and lacing our fingers.
“Fuck me. Fuck me.” Hard convulsions rocked through me as my inner walls gloved to his shaft.
