She moans as I pound into her, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. I want to mark her. I want everyone to know she’s mine.
“Silvo—God—” she gasps, trying to muffle her cries against her arm.
“Already had you before the gala,” I growl, slamming deeper. “And I’ll have you again when we get home. Can’t stop thinking about filling you up.”
Her pussy clenches around me at my words, and I know she loves this—loves being claimed by me in public where anyone could catch us.
“Want to put a baby in you,” I confess, the words pouring out. “Want to see you growing round with my child.”
She whimpers, pushing back against me.
“You like that idea?” I bite her neck. “My wife carrying my baby? Everyone seeing what I did to you?”
“Yes,” she moans, trembling around me.
I reach around to rub her clit, determined to make her come again. “You’re going to look so fucking beautiful pregnant. Tits swollen, belly round. Everyone will know you’re mine.”
I feel Carmela’s walls tightening around me, her body trembling as she approaches the edge again. My fingers workher clit in tight, merciless circles as I continue driving into her against the brick wall.
“That’s it,” I growl against her ear, “Let go for me again.”
Her back arches sharply, pressing her ass harder against my hips. “Silvo—I can’t—it’s too much?—”
“You can and you will,” I demand, thrusting deeper. “Give me another one. Now.”
She shatters around me, her pussy clenching rhythmically on my cock as she muffles her scream against her arm. Her legs shake so violently I have to wrap my free arm around her waist to keep her upright.
“Look at you,” I growl, my hips still pumping relentlessly. “Getting fucked in an alley where anyone could see. Coming all over my cock like the filthy girl you are.”
Her whimper at my words sends fire through my veins.
“You’re so fucking filthy,” I hiss against her neck, biting down on the tender skin. “So fucking perfect.”
My rhythm falters as the pressure builds at the base of my spine. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her exactly where I want her.
“Taking every inch of me,” I groan, burying myself deep one final time. “Taking every drop.”
I explode inside her, filling her with a load of my cum, grinding against her to push it as deep as possible. My vision blurs at the edges as pleasure wracks through my body.
I spin her around, still breathing hard, my hands cupping her flushed face. Her lips are swollen, eyes glazed with pleasure, hair falling wildly around her shoulders. Even disheveled against a brick wall, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I crush my mouth to hers. The kiss is different this time—not desperate or hungry, but something deeper. Something that still terrifies me even though I’ve already admitted it to her.
When I finally pull back, her emerald eyes lock with mine.
“Carmela,” I whisper, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones. “When you told me you loved me two nights ago... I didn’t know if I deserved it.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but I press my thumb gently against her lips.
“Let me finish.” I swallow hard. “Tonight, watching you navigate that room full of our enemies with such grace and strength... I realized something.”
Her breath catches, waiting.
“I don’t love you because you’re my wife or because our families needed this alliance.” I press my forehead against hers. “I love you because you’re the strongest, most fearless woman I’ve ever known. Because you challenge me. Because you make me want to be better than the man I was raised to be.”
Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears. “Silvo...”
“I love you, Carmela,” I say again, needing her to hear it, to feel it. “More every fucking day. And tonight, standing beside you in front of my family—I’ve never been more proud to call you mine.”
