“It’s so I can see the entire room when I’m in bed.”
The sight of Christiano’s back grabs my attention, and a smile curves my lips. “You look good on top of me.”
He moves down my body, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the mirrors as I watch his head settle between my thighs.
My abdomen tightens, and my core flushes with heat, the view of Christiano sucking and licking my clit and opening is one hell of a turn-on.
“God,” I moan. “Please don’t stop.”
He blows hot air over me, then asks, “Is that you begging, princess?”
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
He gets up and pushes his boxers off, then grabbing hold of my legs, he yanks me closer to him until my butt teeters on the edge of the bed.
When he positions his cock at my entrance, I realize I can see as he slowly pushes into me. He’s only halfway inside me before he slowly draws back, and that’s all it takes for me to come.
My back arches and every muscle in my body tenses, the pleasure so intense I can’t make a sound.
The moment Christiano realizes I’m orgasming, he begins to fuck me so hard I keep shifting up the bed.
“Christ,” he growls, and grabbing hold of my hips, he holds me in place as he pounds into me.
His muscles roll, and the sight of his hot ass in the mirror makes another orgasm crash through me.
All I can do is stare at the erotic view while pleasure paralyzes me. There’s only Christiano and the ruthless way he’s consummating our marriage.
One of his hands moves up, and his fingers wrap tightly around my throat, and as his orgasm strikes, he presses his forehead to my chest. I feel his breath rushing over my skin as his cock jerks inside me.
I see the moment his incredible body loses all strength.
And it’s the most profound experience of my life.
Right now, as he empties himself inside me, I’m the only person who gets to see him like this.
I’m the one taking every drop of his release, and one day, God willing, one of his sperm will impregnate me, and I’ll give birth to the nextcapo dei capi.
Christiano lifts his head to look at me, and noticing I’m still staring at the ceiling, he chuckles, “You really like the mirrors.”
“You have no idea. It’s an absolute turn-on watching you fuck me.”
“Yeah?” He pulls out and lies down beside me. His eyes meet mine in our reflection. Bringing his hand to my chest, he massages my breast, and a grin spreads over his face. “I see what you mean.”
“Right?”
Gripping hold of my jaw, he turns my face to his. “Enough of that.”
He seals his mouth to mine and kisses me with so much reverence that it brings tears to my eyes.
Chapter 21
Christiano
Dinner became a midnight snack, which we burned off until the crack of dawn.
I couldn’t stop fucking Sienna, and as we get dressed, I’m still semi-hard.
That’s what nine years of celibacy does to a man. I have a lot of pent-up desire to fuck out of my system.
