Luca Vitiello (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles 0.5)

I lifted her into my arms and carried her upstairs, hardly able to wait. I put her down on the bed, my cock straining against my pants as I climbed on top of her, claiming her lips. She tasted like fucking perfection, and I was the only one who’d ever got to taste her. That knowledge filled me with the desperate need to own her completely. I kissed her harder before I drew back and sucked one perfect, firm nipple into my mouth. Fuck. I was so hard. I helped Aria out of her dress then moved lower. I let my eyes trail over her body. She was stunning. She was only mine.

I lowered my face to her panties and pushed a tongue between her perfect pussy lips. Fuck. Perfection. My cock twitched. I drew back, gripped her flimsy panties and ripped them away before I tasted her pussy again. But my need was too fucking huge. I needed to make her mine. Mine alone. I pushed a finger into her and the thought of how it would feel to have her tight walls squeeze my cock almost sent me over the edge. I stood and got out of my clothes.

Aria lay on the bed, blonde hair spread around her, legs parted, revealing her perfect pink pussy. “You’re mine,” I growled. I’d waited so fucking long for this.

I moved between her legs and parted them, spreading her open for me and lining my cock up with her hot entrance. The sensation of her pussy against my cock was like a revelation. I’d never had sex without a condom before.

Aria’s nails sunk into my shoulders, pulling me out of my fog of desire. I glanced down. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips pressed together, as she waited for pain. I could feel how tense she was against my cock.

Aria leaned up and pressed her face into my neck, shaking, taking deep breaths.

Her heat beckoned me to bury my cock inside of her, but her trembling body and her tension stopped me. “Aria,” I murmured. “Look at me.”

She pulled back and opened her eyes, and fear stared back at me. She was completely terrified, and I pounced on her as if she were some whore. I lowered myself until our bodies were pressed up against each other. “I’m an asshole,” I rasped as I kissed her temple and cheek.

Those beautiful lips parted in surprise. “Why?” Her voice was a broken whisper.

I’d sworn to be gentle with her, sworn I’d protect her, and now when she needed me to be gentle the most, I acted like a fucking caveman. “You’re scared, and I almost lost control. I should know better. I should prepare you properly, and instead I almost shoved my cock into you.”

Aria moved under me and let my tip glide over her opening. She gasped fearfully and I exhaled sharply because a dark part of me wanted to shift my hips forward and finish what I’d begun. She was mine for the taking, had been for weeks. I closed my eyes, trying to get a grip on myself. That part of me, the monster, wasn’t meant for her. This was Aria, my wife, mine to protect. I would treat her like a queen. I opened my eyes and found her watching me with a mix of fear and confusion. I shifted until my head hovered over her perfect breasts and her pussy was pressed up against my abs.

“You are my wife,” I said.

Aria held me gaze and trust shone in her eyes. My fingers closed around her nipples and I tugged lightly the way she liked it. A moan was my reward, but Aria arched at the same time and made her pussy rub against my abs. Too fucking tempting.

“Stop squirming,” I said roughly. I was teetering on the edge, my darkness so damn close under my skin that it wouldn’t take much to unleash it, and that’s not something I’d ever do to Aria. I tugged at her nipple, relishing in Aria’s moans as I teased her breasts without the previous hurry. Soon she was breathless and shifting beneath me. I trailed my hand down her ribs and waist, worshipping her with my fingertips before my lips did the same. I bit the soft skin over her hipbone possessively as I kneaded her thighs.

Aria was starting to relax. I parted her legs, laying her open for me. She was glistening, and I pressed a soft kiss against her folds. She let out a small sigh, quivering. I lightly bit her inner thigh. Aria arched up, gasping, and I wedged my palms under her firm ass. Keeping my eyes on her face, I lifted her pussy to my mouth and planted another kiss to the soft flesh.

Aria whimpered, and I repeated the motion. Her eyes opened and they were filled with need. She enjoyed having her pussy kissed like this. My eyes locked on hers. I parted her a bit more and kissed her tight opening, my lips brushing her soft inner folds. Aria’s lips parted in a soft moan. Her heady scent reached my nose and I spread her open with my thumbs, revealing her juices. I lapped them up, and she trembled with need and rewarded me with another wave of her sweetness. I loved her taste, and I fucking loved that she responded so eagerly. She grew wetter and wetter as I sucked at her lips lightly. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she moaned and whimpered, as she squeezed her eyes shut and jerked her pussy against me. I circled her opening lightly and her walls clenched. My cock jerked against the mattress, but I needed to be patient, and so I trailed my tongue up, never to her clit.