Page 104 of Urgent Vows
Rockets are going off in my core and all I want is more.
"Yes, oh, Severu, please!" I need this.
I need him, even if it's nothing more than physical connection. I need that with him.
He thrusts two fingers into my aching vagina, curling them so they rub against that spot inside that sets off sparklers to go with the fireworks.
Excitement builds inside me with the intensity of a volcano. I yank on his hair, silently demanding more. He gives it to me, and pleasure erupts through my body, every muscle contracting in the rictus of ecstasy before bliss flows through my veins like lava.
My husband's big body surges up like a god rising from the sea. He comes down over me and thrusts his big erection deep into my molten core.
A flash of pain sparks when his blunt head bangs against my cervix, but then the discomfort turns into sparks of pleasure and my greedy sex sucks him in just that much deeper.
His mouth comes down on mine, the kiss voracious, his tongue emulating in my mouth the thrusts of his sex inside my tender flesh.
My fingers curl into his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
He growls and savagely pistons his hips against me.
Pleasure explodes inside me again, but he doesn't slow down and he's not content with the two climaxes he's already wrung out of me. Severu twists his hips on every downward thrust, pressing himself into my clit over and over again.
I gasp. I strain against him, but I cannot move. His big body is holding me in place. And I revel in his strength.
He pulls his mouth from mine. "Come for me!"
"I can't." It's too much.
"You can." His tone is forceful, and his body does not slow down.
My nipples abrade against his chest hair, my thighs rub against his hips.
"Now, wife, come with me," he demands.
His penis grows impossibly big and hard, stretching my sensitized vaginal walls. "Now," he says again, in a tone I cannot deny.
And stars explode behind my eyelids, my body shuddering with ecstasy I cannot hold in. I don't want to. I want to share this intimate moment with him.
In this second, in our bed, no one else exists. Not the mafia. Not my family. Not anything but him and me.
Hot fluid fills me and sends aftershocks of bliss through me.
But he is not done. Still hard, he rolls off me and then turns me and lifts me onto my knees. Sliding right back inside my body, he starts it all over again.
This time he plays with my body, using my nipples and featherlight caresses to my clit to force another orgasm. I'm mindless with pleasure and not sure how many times I've come when he erupts for the second time inside me.
He does not try to talk after we are done. He pulls out and settles us on the bed. Me beside him, his arm possessively over my waist. The silent message is loud and clear.
Neither of us is leaving this bed.
I don't want to. The scent of our combined passion is proof of what we just did. Did we make a baby? A child that will bind us together as no contract could do.
I am sliding back into sleep when his hands start roaming over my skin again.
He does not love me. I don't even know if he trusts me, but he craves me as I crave him.
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My father's funeral mass is in three hours.
