Page 185 of Punishing His Runaway Bride
"Ezio..." she whimpered, hips bucking. I added a third finger, pumping slowly, feeling her walls clench around me, so tight and wet. She couldn't take it—her waist lifted, body trembling, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth as I sucked and nibbled.
"You're so damn beautiful like this," I said against her skin, voice rough. "All mine."
"I need you," she begged, voice breaking, her hand speeding up on my cock. "Please, Ezio... now."
I pulled my fingers out, gripping my shaft, rubbing the head against her slick entrance, teasing her clit with it, sliding up and down her folds a few times. She whined, hips tilting up, desperate. Then I pushed in, slow and deep, her pussy enveloping me inch by inch. Fuck, the feeling—hot, velvety walls gripping me like a vice, so tight it almost hurt, sucking me in deeper with every thrust. She was made for me, her body wrapping around my cock perfectly, wet heat pulsing around my length, making my balls tighten already.
I started moving, slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, savoring every sensation—her slickness coating me, the way her inner muscles fluttered and squeezed, drawing me in like she never wanted me to leave. It was profound, being buried in her, surrounded by her warmth, her scent, her everything. I could feel her heartbeat through her pussy, syncing with mine.
"Look at me," I commanded, voice low. She opened her eyes, locking with mine, vulnerable and open. My thumb found her clit, rubbing circles, building her pleasure as I thrust steadily. "I love you, Olivia. More than anything. You're my world now."
Tears sprang to her eyes instantly, spilling over. "I love you too," she whispered, voice cracking.
That did it—aggression flared, need overwhelming. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, pounding into her hard and fast, big strokes that had the bed shaking, my cock driving deep, hitting her cervixwith each brutal thrust. She cried out, nails digging into my back, her pussy clenching wildly around me as I fucked her relentlessly, skin slapping, sweat mixing. "Come for me," I growled, thumb pressing harder on her clit.
She shattered first, body convulsing, walls milking my cock in rhythmic spasms, her screams muffled against my shoulder. The tightness pushed me over— I thrust one last time, burying deep, exploding inside her, hot spurts filling her up as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
When her trembling finally stopped, we were still joined. I propped myself up on my elbows and kissed her forehead, her eyes, her lips, feeling our breathing gradually slow together.
"This is the best birthday," I said, kissing the top of her head.
"Is it?" She looked up at me, eyes filled with amusement.
"Yes," I said. "Because you're here. Because you finally admitted how you feel."
She was quiet for a while, then said, "Ezio, I'm sorry..."
"No, you never have to say that to me," I cupped her face with both hands. "Olivia, I'm willing to give you everything I have."
She stared at me for a long time, a misty light suddenly flashing in her eyes, and buried her head in my chest.
"That's not fair," she muttered.
I chuckled softly and patted her back.
We lay there like that, in the darkness, in each other's arms. Outside, the city lights flickered. The manor was quiet, only our breathing.
"Ezio," she said after a while.
"Yeah?"
"Happy birthday."
I smiled and held her tighter. "Thank you, Olivia. Thank you for giving me such a perfect night."
She didn't answer, but I felt her lips press a soft kiss to my chest.
In that moment, I realized that no matter what challenges the future brought, no matter how many problems we still had to solve, at least now, tonight, we belonged to each other.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Olivia
I slept hard last night. So hard I didn't even dream.
So when the room suddenly flooded with light, and I heard someone pulling back the curtains, I thought it was Carmen. I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. "Give me a minute."
"Ms. Adrian," the voice wasn't Carmen's, "please get up."
