“Alessio! Please! I can't... I need you inside,” she sobs, her hips bucking, trying to find purchase against my face.
I ignore her pleas, my tongue working harder, faster. I slip two fingers inside her, feeling the rhythmic clench of her walls. She’s so tight, so ready. I stretch her, my thumb pressing against her while my fingers pump deep. She’s gushing now, her slickness coating my hand, dripping onto the sheets.
“Stay,” I mutter against her wet skin. “Tell me you're staying.”
“I'm staying! God, Alessio, I'm staying! Just fuck me!”
I crawl back up her body, my cock brushing against her belly. I line myself up, the head of my cock blunt and heavy against her soaking wet heat. I pause there, the tip of my cock sinking just a fraction of an inch into her.
I look into her eyes. I want her to see me. Not the man she thinks I am, but the man I am only for her.
“This is the last time you ever think about leaving,” I say, my voice low and lethal. “From this moment on, you are a Costa. You are my wife in every way that matters. I will burn every bridge behind us so you can never find your way back to that road. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes locking onto mine. “Take me home, Alessio.”
I thrust
I sink into her in one long, devastating motion. Her walls are like hot silk, gripping me, welcoming me, stretching toaccommodate every inch of my thickness. I groan, the sound vibrating in my chest as I bury myself to the hilt. She’s so tight that every individual ripple of her internal muscles tries to swallow me whole.
I stay still for a moment, letting us both adjust to the fullness. I’m deep enough that both of us go still, breath caught between us. I’m filling her, expanding her, claiming the very center of her being.
“God,” I choke out. “You're perfect. You're so fucking perfect.”
I start to move. I pull back until I’m almost out, then drive back in, my hips meeting hers with a hard, wet sound. The sound is primal. The rhythm takes over before thought can. I’m not just fucking her; I’m tethering her. Every thrust is a nail in the coffin of her past. Every grind of my pelvis against hers is a promise of a future.
Amara is a storm beneath me. She’s tossing her head from side to side, her hair a wild halo on the pillow. She’s making sounds I’ve never heard before—high, keening whimpers that turn into guttural moans as I pick up the pace. She’s meeting every one of my thrusts, her hips rising to meet mine, her body clenching around me with every stroke.
“More,” she gasps. “Faster. Harder.”
I obey. I lose my rhythm, the fragments of my control shattering. I’m a beast. I’m a force of nature. I’m slamming into her with everything I have, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts. The bed is creaking, the headboard thumping against the wall, but I don’t hear it. All I hear is the sound of her pleasure and the roaring of the blood in my ears.
I reach down, my hand finding the spot where we’re joined. I find her center, my thumb grinding against it as I continue tofuck her. The dual sensation is too much. She starts to tremble, her body tightening around me as the climax builds.
“Alessio! I'm... oh god, I'm going!”
“Come for me,” I growl, my teeth grazing the shell of her ear. “Show me how much you want to stay.”
She shatters.
Her entire body goes rigid, her eyes rolling back as she lets out a long, silent scream. She clamps down on my cock like a vice, warm ripples of pleasure pulsing over me, milking me. Her face changes, caught in the raw, beautiful shock of it. She’s beautiful. She’s destroyed. She’s mine.
Seeing her come is the final straw. My own climax hits hard enough to empty my lungs. My vision goes white. My muscles lock. I shove myself as deep as I can go, my balls tight against her skin, and I erupt.
I pour myself into her, wave after wave of hot, thick seed filling her, branding her from the inside out. I don't pull out. I want her to feel every drop. I want her to carry me inside her for the rest of the night.
I collapse onto her, my face buried in her neck, our heartbeats thundering together in a frantic, uneven duet. We’re both covered in sweat, our skin slick and hot, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air.
Silence returns to the room, but it’s different now. It doesn’t feel like a void. It feels like something we might build on.
I shift my weight, rolling us onto our sides so I don't crush her, but I don't let go. I keep my cock buried deep inside her, her legs still hooked over my hip. I pull the duvet over us, cocooning us in a private world of our own making.
I press a kiss to her forehead, my lips lingering on her damp skin. “You're not going anywhere.”
Amara snuggles closer, her head resting on my chest, her fingers tracing the ink on my forearm. “I know. I've spent tenyears looking for the man who killed my brother, Alessio. I thought that was the only thing that could make me whole. But I was wrong.”
She looks up at me, her eyes clear and steady. “The hunt didn’t make me whole. But you made me remember there could be more than the hunt. This family did too. Even with all the blood… it’s more than I ever dreamed I could have.”
I tighten my hold on her. My hands are steady now. The tremor is gone, replaced by a fierce, protective calm. I’m a man who has lived in the shadows for a long time. I’ve carried the burden of my brothers’ lives and my parents’ deaths until the weight threatened to snap my spine. But holding her? It doesn't feel like weight. It feels like wings.
