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He enters me slowly, stretching my walls open. It’s a painful sensation at first, but I know that it’s just the beginning of something even more beautiful. Soon the pain fades, replaced by a wonderful sense of fullness.
He begins to move, his thrusts rhythmic and deep, his lips still locked onto mine in a passionate kiss. I gasp as he finds my sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure through me that build and build, until I can no longer hold on.
My body shakes uncontrollably as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced washes over me. I cry out, my voice echoing in the room, as I’m taken to new heights of pleasure.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me, wanting to be fully consummated by him.
His pace quickens, our bodies slamming together in a frenzied dance of desire. Our skin is slick with sweat, the fragrance of our passion filling the room.
My nails dig into his back as I arch my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. I feel the tension building within me, the anticipation of our climax growing with each passing second.
He groans deeply, his breaths ragged as he fights to hold on, driving himself harder and faster into me.
In one last, powerful thrust, he surrenders to the pleasure, spilling deep inside me. I feel his cock twitching, my mind lost to the moment. I can’t help but grin as he collapses on top of me.
I wrap my arms around him, feeling his heartbeat against my chest. We lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, the only sounds being our labored breathing and the occasional shiver as we come down from the high of our orgasms.
I have never felt so alive, so connected to another person. Rafael’s body still pulsates with desire, his cock slowly softening within me.
He rolls off me gently and pulls me into his arms, his warmth surrounding me. We lay there, lost in each other’s gaze, our bodies still tangled together.
I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of his strands against my skin. He pulls me closer, his breath warm and sweet on my neck.
9
RAFAEL
The moment Amelia steps into the dealership, the air shifts. As I watch from my office, overlooking the showroom floor through the one-way glass, I see heads turn, whispers exchanged.
It’s her first day back as Mrs. Rafael Bianchi, and the news has evidently spread like wildfire.
She’s dressed impeccably, a stark contrast to the casual attire she favored before our impromptu wedding. Her confidence is palpable, even from this distance, but there’s a hesitance in her step, a vulnerability she’s trying hard to mask.
I can’t help but admire her resilience, stepping into the lion’s den with her head held high. I think of last night, of the way she moaned when she came.
I remember the curves of her naked body and for a moment I’m frozen. I want her so much, it’s distracting me from work.
I make my way out, my footsteps measured, my expression schooled into one of detached professionalism. As I approach, I catch snippets of conversation abruptly ceasing, curious glances redirected.
Amelia’s eyes find mine, a storm of emotions briefly flitting across her face before she masks it with a polite smile.
“Good morning, Mrs. Bianchi,” I greet her formally, extending my hand. The title feels foreign on my tongue, yet it thrills me in a way I hadn’t anticipated.
“Good morning, Mr. Bianchi,” she replies, her voice steady, though I notice the slight tremor in her fingers as they briefly touch mine. “Ready for another day of conquests and sales?”
I nod, keeping my face impassive. “Of course. And I expect nothing less from you, either.” My words are deliberate, a reminder of the boundaries between us in this space. Her smile tightens, and she nods, understanding the unspoken message.
“I wouldn’t dream of letting you down,” she says, a hint of steel in her voice that tells me she’s not just speaking about work.
Amelia has always been more than capable, her sharp mind and quick wit making her a formidable presence on the floor.
The challenge in her eyes is clear; she’s not here to play the dutiful wife. She’s here to work, to excel.
“Then, I’ll see you in my office in ten minutes. We need to go over some designs, and there are a few discrepancies I’d like you to address.”
Her gaze holds mine for a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment of the duel we’re about to engage in. “Of course. I’ll be there.”
As she turns away, I can’t help but watch her go, the sway of her hips commanding my attention despite my best efforts.
