Page 77 of Sweet Prison
In a swift move, he pulls me flush with his chest, and his arms wrap around me. He holds me captive in his bearlike embrace so tightly I almost can’t draw a breath. His face buried in the crook of my neck, he inhales. A long, deep sniff.
“Can’t live without you, Zahara. You’re the air in my lungs,” he mumbles against my skin. “I need you.”
My arms tremble as I cinch them around his broad back, while his words ring inside my head like crystal. I’m lightheaded as his lips find mine again. Branding. Claiming. Giving.
I tilt my head so my mouth is right next to his ear. “Make love to me,” I purr.
The desk legs scrape on the floor as Massimo pushes off and grabs me under my butt. Turning us around, he carries me across the room. I lock my ankles behind his back and nip his lips while he’s at my mercy, feeling his stone-hard cock brushing my pussy as he walks. The springs squeak when he climbs onto the mattress, all the while still holding me tight to his chest.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispers as he lays me on the bed and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties. Slowly, he pulls them down my legs. “I promise.”
Eyes as dark as a bottomless abyss never leave mine as he lowers over me, supporting himself on his elbow. His other hand drifts back to my pussy, his fingers resuming those wicked things he does. Stroking. Pinching. Then soothing.
When I finally feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, I’m half-gone with the need to have him in me. I’ve waited for this for so damn long. I want him. I want everything. Now! But he’s gone still again, and his eyes search for something in mine.
“Massimo?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” I pant. “Please, Massimo, hurry.”
He doesn’t, though. Carefully, he pushes into me a fraction of an inch at a time.
I know to expect pain during my first time, yet the stress over how much it will hurt isn’t even on my radar. All I can focus on is this maniacal urge to be with him as one. One being. One soul. Carnal and cerebral. My body hums, as sensation after sensation overwhelms me, leaving no room for common sense.
“More,” I pant.
“No.”
“Yes! Please!” I try to grab the hair on the back of his head, but the too-short fuzz just slips through my fingers.Damn it!
“Easy, angel. I’m too big, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I lift my hips, forcing more of him to plunge inside.
“Fuck, Zahara.”
A moan explodes from deep within my chest. Partly from pain, but mostly just elation. I feel so full as my body accepts him. My heartbeat shifts into overdrive, racing so fast that there might be a real danger of my heart exploding. Pure joy. Ecstasy. Rapture. Sheer happiness swells in me.
Massimo mutters almost inaudibly, cursing as he tries to hold himself back. And ultimately fails. The air catches in my lungs as he buries himself inside me to the hilt.
“Baby?” Massimo rasps, his voice sounding gravelly and strained. He braces his left hand on the headboard above our heads while cradling my face with the other.
Our breaths mix. Fast and shallow. In. Out. In. Out. His chest rises and falls in parallel resonance with my own. We are like two perfect halves, finally brought together.
“I never imagined it would feel this way,” I pant.
His thumb strokes the side of my chin. “As if we are one?”
“Yes.”
Hard lips crash against mine, claiming me once more. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, basically crushing him to me. I’m never letting him go. Never. Massimo Spada belongs to me. No one else. Not toLa Famiglia. Not to the rest of this world. Only me. He’s the very reason my heart is beating. It’s his—always been, always will be.
While his mouth devours me at full force, his hips begin to move languidly. He pushes into me with measured strokes, and each slide heightens my awareness of him. He’s everywhere—inside and outside—there isn’t a part of me that’s not connected to him in some way. His cock, sinking deep into my heat. His body draped over me like the most comforting blanket. And his emotions flowing right through me. Directly to my heart. I revel in this new feeling of having him so completely. This man, with his brilliant mind, flawed personality, and indestructible spirit… he’s mine. For the first time, he’s completelymine. And every atom of me feels it.
I press my lips to his arm, just over the eye of the dragon tattooed there, then move on to his collarbone where anothercreature is inked on his skin. His chin is next. I pepper it with kisses, then bite it lightly while my palms glide down his back—his broad, strong back that I love to admire—before drifting to his arms again. Every inch… I need to touch and kiss every single inch of him.
My Massimo.