Page 95 of When She Loves
He gets on the bed, settles his weight between my legs, wraps one palm around my thigh, hiking it up higher. I run my hands up his muscled chest. He’s burning up. So am I.
His cock presses against my center, and he wraps his fist around it, guiding it where it belongs. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me, hurting me. I choke from the sudden pain and claw at his back until I tear his skin.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe, knowing that I’m making him bleed too.
“Do what you need,” he rasps.
He stops before he’s fully in. Tears sting in the corners of my eyes, and I squeeze them shut so that I don’t cry.
His hand disappears from my thigh and moves to cup my cheek. “Cleo.Tesoro.”
I blink at him, barely seeing him through my blurry vision.
“Stay with me.” He swipes his thumb over my cheekbone. “Breathe through it.”
I do. I focus on taking in air until he leans down to kiss me, and then I focus on the way his mouth fits against mine. He kisses me for a long time. So long that the tightness in my center starts to unravel. So long that I part farther for him. He fills me all the way up, and a moan pours out of him.
It’s so fucking sexy that it makes electricity dance over my skin. He kisses me while he fucks me, tenderly, reverently. Soon, I forget about the pain. It disappears, gets replaced with pleasure. I wrap my legs tighter around him and dig in my heels. He picks up speed and drops his head to suck on my neck.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he mutters against my skin. “You feel so fucking good, Cleo. You’re perfect.”
His words set me off. A familiar pressure builds inside of me, ratcheting up with every smooth stroke. He changes the angle of his hips, and it feels even better, more intense. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and then my orgasm is crashing through me.
“Oh fuck,” he growls as I flutter around him. His body grows taut, every muscle prominent and hard. I scrape my nails down his chest and watch his face morph into a grimace. His cock jerks, and he spills inside of me with a guttural groan.
For a while, we stay tangled with each other. I press a kiss to his chest. He brushes his fingers through my hair. I don’t know how much time passes, but it’s enough for him to start softening. Eventually, he lifts himself up on his hands and pulls out with a hiss.
Warm liquid trickles out of me. He stands up, his gaze latching onto my pussy, and he looks at it for a prolonged moment, his chest rising and falling with hard breaths. “I’ll get a towel.”
I sit up and glance down between my legs. There’s a reddish-pink stain on the white sheet. But this one, no one will see.
No one but us.
CHAPTER30
RAFAELE
I wakeup to sunlight glaring directly into my face.
God, why is it so bright?
I groan and try to dodge the light by turning away, but my arm is weighed down by something.
It takes me a second to process that something is my wife. She’s here, nuzzling against my chest instead of lying on the other side of the bed. One of her legs is slung over my hips, her curly hair is tucked beneath my chin, and her arm is wrapped around my waist.
A satisfied smile tugs on my lips as images from last night come flooding back in. She finally gave in to me. Finally begged. Finally came to terms that she’s fucking mine.
It’s enough to make me forgive her for hiding her father’s plan from me for two weeks. She probably tried to talk herself into going against me, but in the end, she couldn’t do it. In the end, she realized that she belongs with me.
I tug Cleo closer and drag an absentminded hand down her bare back. Her skin is so smooth. She shifts against me, her leg brushing against my already hard cock.
I want to fuck her again.
And again.
Hearing her moan my name sounds like a perfect start to my day.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I bite back a groan and reach for it, doing my best not to disturb Cleo. It’s an incoming call from Nero. Ugh. I have to take this. I texted him after Cleo fell asleep and told him to find Garzolo. I wanted that cockroach in my torture room before the sun was up so that I could give him exactly what he deserved. Carefully, I untangle myself from my sleeping wife, duck into the bathroom, and close the door.
