“Hard and fast.”
That does it.
I kiss her until I can’t breathe and thrust fully inside, holding steady as she adjusts. She’s so tight it steals my vision. “You’re taking me so well, baby.”
I lace my hand around her throat again, adding pressure this time, watching her reactions carefully. Her hips meet my rhythm, her sounds wrecking what little control I have left. “Fuck, Lily,” I breathe. “I can’t hold back anymore. Okay?”
Her eyes burn into mine. “Fuck me, Drago.”
I should spank her for not calling me sir, but hearing my name on her lips is enough for me to forget that.
I lose it.
I give her everything, driving her over the edge as her screams tear through the room. Her body clenches around me, our kisses frantic and messy. I hook her thigh back, going deeper.
“Oh my god!”
“Mine,” I growl. “Those sounds are mine.”
I pull back just enough to watch her break, tightening my grip on her neck as she shatters around me, and I follow, spilling inside her as she cries my name.
She’s staring straight into my soul. She’s stolen my heart. And there’s no coming back from that.
I don’t pull out, and she doesn’t move either. Her hands cup my face, and she strokes my stubble.
“I’ve never felt like this,” she breathes out, her eyes glassy.
“No. I haven’t either,” I tell her honestly.
With one final kiss, I pull out. And as promised, slide my hand between her legs and push my cum back inside her.
“Drago!” she gasps.
“I don’t joke about this. Mine.”
Her eyes sparkle, and I smile, thrusting two fingers even deeper.
“Much better.”
She nods in agreement. “I assume this is a really, really bad time to tell you I’m not on the pill? Or… anything?”
I fucking knew that already. I shouldn’t know. But I do. I have her medical records. I see her emails. I say it’s for her safety, but now, I’m not sure at what point that crossed from protection to… this. And I still came inside her without a condom.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper.
I leave my fingers inside her, pressing kisses to her cheek.
“With a dick like yours, I bet you have super sperm too. Already battling it out to get me pregnant,” she jokes.
But, I hear that crack of apprehension there that she’s trying to hide. That really, the thought scares the shit out of her.
A low growl erupts from my chest. That possessiveness. The thought of her having my children. The future we could have together. I should be worried about the consequences of what we’ve done here, but I can’t seem to care. It’s becoming apparent that I want this future with her, that I need to shift my plans to leave the mafia up, so this can be our reality.
“We can use a condom next time?” I offer.
She shakes her head. “We’re already breaking the rules. When it feels this good, I vote carry on.”
My eyebrows raise. “I like this side of you.”
