“Tommaso,” she cries as her pussy walls clench.
“Answer me,” I command as I keep up my relentless assault of taking over her body and all her senses. If I could physically worm my way into her mind, I would. I’m obsessed with her, with my need for her. The only thing that tops it is my need to keep her safe. “Promise me.Vowit to me, Gina.”
“Yes,” she gasps, digging her nails into my back, breaking the skin, and I groan as a new wave of euphoric bliss washes over me.
“Yes, what, wife?”
Her eyes pop open and lock on mine. “No matter what. No matter what you do or what happens, or what I discover, I’ll never leave you. I’m yours, Tommaso Santoro. In this life and every life after.”
Our souls were woven together before, but this is the unbreakable force that will bind them for eternity.
My precarious grip on my control snaps, and Iravageher. But everything I do, she meets me and matches me. Strong and resilient, my queen proves she’s my equal and meant to rule by my side in every way. She scores my back, and my ass will have bruise marks from her heels. Her cries of ecstasy fill the room, along with my groans and grunts like I am a damn animal.
I had worried she wouldn’t come with her first time, or that I wouldn’t be able to last long enough to get her there, but from the look on her face, the tightening of her entire body, and the clenching of her walls around my cock, she’s going to explode soon.
“Tommaso, please.” She drags her nails down my back.
“Whatever my queen wants and needs.” I flip one of her legs over my forearm and pull my knees closer for balance to keep moving in her while my other hand goes between us to play with her clit. Like before, when I was eating her beautiful pussy and had lightly bitten her clit, I pinch it now, and she breaks.
Her screams fill our bedroom, and the tight vise of her clamping around me unleashes my orgasm.
I fuck her harder than before, insane at the thought of my cum filling her and impregnating her, until I’m sure it’s as deep inside her as humanly possible. She clutches me, shaking, and I catch myself before I collapse on her.
Bracing my weight on my forearms, I gaze down at her. The tremors and shocks of our orgasms are still rippling through both of us.
Her unbound dark hair fans around her and tendrils cling to her face. Our bodies are slick with sweat. Her eyelashes flutter as she opens her eyes with a small smile. “That was…something.”
I chuckle and kiss her nose. I’m still inside her, and when I shift, I don’t miss her slight grimace before she tries to hide it.
“I’m sorry I lost control and was too rough for your first time.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, holding me to her. “It was perfect. I love when you lose control.” She pulls me down for a slow kiss. “I love that I make you lose control.”
“And I love you.” I nuzzle her neck, my lips finding her pulse point and sucking gently.
She tilts her head, giving me better access, and moans softly. The noises she makes and her wet, warm pussy still tight around my shaft has it twitching and re-hardening.
When I pull out of her, though, she protests. Then gasps with a wince but tries to hide it again quickly.
“You’re sore. Let’s get you into a warm bath.”
“No,” she protests again, reaching for me while I sit back on my heels and gaze down at the bloody cum coating my shaft and her thighs.
The sight of it… Knowing I’m her first and her only. Knowing that my cum is inside her, hopefully, well on the way to impregnating her. That primal possessiveness rips through me again, and I don’t even try to mask it.
She props herself up on her elbows, not closing her legs or trying to hide her nakedness from me, and I fucking love it. She cocks a finely arched brow at me. “Oh, hello, caveman husband.”
I smirk, reaching forward to gather the mess that has leaked out of her and push it back inside.
She collapses flat on the bed with a shiver. I kiss the top of her mound, then each of her hard nipples, before getting off the bed.
“Wait here,” I order, “while I run the bath.”
I turn to go to the ensuite, and she gasps. “Tommaso.”
I go still, realizing what she’s seeing for the first time. Scars on my back from my mafia life that I’ve hidden so far. Up to this point, she’s only seen the scars on my hands but hasn’t asked too many questions about those.
My back, though… There’s a very obvious bullet wound scar, plus other thick ones from knife slashes, and one from a puncture wound.
