She’s on the precipice of coming again.
"Let go," I urge as I grit my teeth and prepare to keep myself in check. "I want to feel you come." I thrust in, grind against her.
“Oh!” Her body goes taut.
Her head is thrown back.
Her mouth is in that perfect O.
Her body convulses around mine, her fingers clutching desperately at my back as she cries out. “Cristian.” The sound of my name on her lips as pleasure overwhelms her nearly shatters my control.
All I want is to give her all of me.
I want to empty myself inside her, to make her mine.
But even lost in passion, I can't forget what's at stake.
My rhythm falters as my release builds.
She cries out again, surprising me.
Her legs wrap around my hips.
Her pussy clamps around my cock like a vise as she comes again.
My control snaps.
“Fuck.” The surge of release hits me like a freight train.
I empty into her as her own climax continues to pulse around me.
The sensation is so intense, it borders on pain.
My body isn’t my own as I pump and pump until I’m empty.
We collapse together, our ragged breathing filling the room.
Her body trembles beneath mine, aftershocks still rippling through her.
Contentment radiates through me.
For these precious moments, she's completely mine.
Not promised to Maksim, not a Dante princess. Just Valentina in my arms where she belongs.
But too soon, reality breaks through.
The weight of what we've done, of what I've done, bursts this lovely little bubble.
I've betrayed Alessandro's trust.
Compromised Valentina's safety.
Potentially created a life that would be our death sentence.
She shifts beneath me, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. When I finally find the courage to look at her, her face is glowing with satisfaction, lips curved into a sated smile.
"That was…" She laughs as she’s unable to find the words.
