Page 23 of The Wrong Mafia Bride
“Patience, Rosalina. I’ll give you what you need, but I intend to take my fucking time as I devour every goddamn inch of you.”
Fuck yes. His cock twitches against my clit, and my eyes roll back as he slowly drags back toward my entrance. My body shakes with anticipation, every nerve alight with a desperate, clawing need. He keeps me on the edge, teasing and tormenting me with a silent promise of just how thoroughly he’s about to claim me, and when I feel his tip press against my virgin entrance, a sharp gasp escapes my lips.
“Shh, my good girl,” Dante murmurs, his voice low and thick with restraint. “You’re so tight for me. So perfect.” I can feel the burn already, but it’s dulled by the way my body feels like jelly, utterly spent from the three times he’s already made me come. My pussy throbs in response, slick and swollen, and I tilt my hips instinctively, seeking more of him.
He lets out a low groan, his hands gripping my thighs tighter. “Eager little wife, aren’t you?” he rasps, and I nod, my breath hitching as he presses forward again. The stretch is intense, a searing ache that makes me whimper, but it’s laced with the sweetest kind of pain—the kind that only he can give me.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, his voice a rough whisper. “Take it for me, Rosalina. You’re doing so well. Just relax, good girl.” His praise wraps around me like a warm blanket, and I focus on his words, on the way his eyes never leave mine as he slowly, oh so slowly, breaches me for the first time.
The burn flares bright, but it’s tempered by the liquid heat pooling in my core, the way my body is already so primed for him. By the way I’m his, completely and utterly. My nails dig into his shoulders as I gasp for air.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice trembling with reverence. “Mine. All mine.”
“Inch by fucking inch,” he tells me, slowly pushing inside, taking me one inch at a time.
“More,” I pant, desperately trying to push back against him, to impale myself on that thick cock, but he holds me too tight, having complete control.
“Ready for two?”
“Please.”
Dante inches in more, taking me slightly deeper, and though he’s barely inside me, I already feel myself beginning to stretch around him. My body trembles, my breath catching in my throat as a sharp, unfamiliar burn sparks where we’re joined. This is it—my first time. I’mhiscompletely now, a realization that sends both a thrill and a wave of nervousness through me. “Dante. Now,” I whimper, my voice trembling with need and the faintest edge of fear.
He doesn’t rush. Instead, his thumb finds my clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that immediately soothe the ache. The sensations collide—the sting of my virgin body yielding to him and the sweet, electric pleasure from his touch. My pussy pulses around him already craving more. “That’s it, Rosalina,” he murmurs, his voice thick with praise. “You’re taking me so well, my good girl. You’re perfect.”
His words and his thumb work in tandem, easing the pain and stoking the fire in my core. My hips instinctively push toward him, seeking both relief and more of his touch. “It’s okay, my wife,” he says softly, his lips brushing against mine. “I’ll take care of you. Just relax for me.” And I do, because I trust himcompletely. My body softens, surrendering to the mix of pain and pleasure, the knowledge that I’m his forever pushing me over the edge even before he’s fully inside.
His palm cracks against my outer thigh, a sharp, stinging slap, and I suck in a loud gasp, my pussy tingling as wave after wave of undiluted pleasure rocks through me. “What did I tell you about being patient?” he growls.
Holy hell.I’ve never felt so alive. When he gives me a third inch, my pussy spasms around him, stretching to accommodate his sheer size. “Fuck!” I cry. A fourth inch. A fifth. My thighs begin to shake.
Dante groans. “How much more can you take?”
“All of it,” I breathe.
“Six?”
“Yes.”
He inches deeper, and when his cock twitches inside of me, it fucking destroys me. My chest heaves. I reach up, gripping his powerful biceps, white-knuckling it as he gives me a seventh inch. “Oh God,” I groan.
He rocks back a little, giving me just a moment of respite before he pushes back in, giving me eight and then nine, his fingers tightening on my hip. “Fuck, baby. You take me so well,” he murmurs. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you look taking my cock?”
The stretch burns, a fierce ache that makes my breath hitch, but as I clench my inner walls around him, the pain begins to melt into something else—something deeper, hotter. His soft gaspsends a thrill through me, and I feel the way his cock twitches inside me, as if he’s struggling to hold back.
“Give it all to me,” I beg, my voice trembling with a mix of desperation and relief. The sharpness is fading now, replaced bya dull throbthat only amplifies the pleasure coiling in my core. My body is adjusting, stretching to accommodate him, and the sensation is almost overwhelming—both painful and delicious.
Dante’s hands tighten on my hips, his thumb brushing over my clit in slow, soothing circles. “You’re doing so well, Rosalina,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with praise. “So tight, so perfect for me. My good girl.” His words wrap around me like a warm embrace, and I feel myself relaxing further, surrendering completely to the mix of pleasure and pain.
The ache is still there, a reminder of my virginity being taken, but it’s softer now, melting into the heat of his touch. My pussy pulses around him, craving more, and I tilt my hips slightly, seeking deeper. He groans, his cock twitching again as he pushes forward, giving me another inch.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice rough with restraint. “Take it all, my wife. You’re mine now.”
“You sure?”
“Please.”
He groans and pulls back on my hair, and as my pussy quakes around him, he finally relents, slamming the rest of the way inside of me.Ten perfect, devastating inches.
