“Aurielo,” she purrs, and my dick stands at attention.
I can’t take much more without a sweet release. It’s hard to focus, let alone form a complete, coherent sentence. “If you’re going to want to stop, we should probably quit now,” I say.
“Who said anything about stopping?” Karina asks, staring up at me.
I want to ravish her.
Her fingers work the buttons on my dress shirt free before gliding her palm over my chest and down my stomach, pulling me tighter against her with her legs.
I want this woman.
Not just for tonight.
“Condom?” she asks, still having some semblance of control as I help remove her clothes. I want her naked and writhing beneath me.
I reach for the bedside table and yank hard on the top drawer, retrieving a condom. I strip down but toss the condom on the bed. I’m not ready for it yet.
We’ve just started, and if I get to have my way with Karina, I intend to take my time and savor every second with this woman.
She’s fiery and fierce. Beautiful and stunning. She doesn’t even realize the power that she holds over me.
Karina lifts her hips as I guide her pants off and crawl down her torso.
“What are you—” her question is cut off when my lips caress down her stomach for my intended destination. “Oh,” she gasps.
Her eyes slam shut. Her fingers tangle in my hair while I lick and suck, teasing her pearl.
I want to drive her over the edge repeatedly.
One orgasm isn’t enough. She deserves more. I want her to know that together forever doesn’t have to be a prison sentence. In time, we might love one another.
It’s a fantasy, a far-fetched one from the reality that we’re currently living in, but the thought of another man touching Karina burns me up inside. She hasn’t so much as hinted that she’s interested in another man, but I don’t care.
I must claim her and make her mine.
Not just on paper.
But heart, body, and soul.
She carried my son, my flesh and blood. And I want to do right by her. But letting her leave isn’t an option. Don Rinaldi would carry out his threats of murdering both of us.
And that doesn’t include the immediate danger that Karina is in because of the Bianchi family. She’s a target, and so is my son.
The moans spill past her lips, and I shuck my clothes to the floor, securing the condom before teasing her entrance.
“Are you sure?” I ask, staring down at her, poised at her entrance. I want to fuck Karina more than anything, but I also believe in consent.
Married or not doesn’t matter.
It’s not like we married because either of us wanted to.
“Yes, just go slow—it’s been a while,” she confesses, staring up at me with heavy eyelids.
She’s beautiful. A flush has crept across her cheeks and chest, coloring her with desire. Her eyes have darkened, and she arches her back, pulling me closer and deeper.
I cover her lips with mine, giving her all of me.
Karina moans as I fill her.