Cries of His Heart (Italian Billionaire's Heart BWWM)

Chapter 3: The arranged marriage

Sofia looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "Arturo, my love, what is the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, a hurt tone in her voice.

He could lie, he could tell her he didn't feel like this was right, that he couldn't do this right now. But there was a small voice at the back of his head, whispering to him. Telling him that everything would be all right. Telling him to trust her, trust what she was doing. He walked closer to her and kissed her softly on the lips. He gazed at her with an intensity that took her breath away, his voice a deep rumble of pleasure.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, before commanding her with a fierce growl, "Now, take off your clothes."

Sofia's heart skipped a beat at the raw hunger in his voice. She knew that voice so well, and it never failed to ignite the flames of passion in her. She slowly stepped back, letting her lace garment drop to the floor, revealing her curvy figure to him. Arturo's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but let out a low whistle. Sofia blushed, feeling exposed yet exhilarated at the same time. She couldn't believe how easily she surrendered to him, to his voice, to his touch.

Arturo stepped forward, his fingers tracing the outline of her body as he whispered in her ear, "You are perfection, my love."

Sofia's skin tingled with desire at his words, her body yearning for his touch. Arturo's hot breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine, and she turned to face him, her eyes wild with passion. Without a word, Arturo scooped Sofia up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where he placed her gently on the bed.

He stepped back, blushing slightly at the sight of her. "May I?"

Sofia bit her lower lip as her eyes raked over his firm, muscular physique, before finally nodding. He was perfect. Perfectly sculpted, perfectly proportioned, perfectly engineered to drive a woman mad with desire. His eyes never left her as he methodically shredded her clothing, leaving Sofia shivering with desire. Her pale skin seemed to glow even brighter under his hungry gaze, her desire for him apparent on every curve of her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved in, their bodies pressing together as they kissed.

Arturo moaned into her mouth as he felt his goddess's warmth pressed against him. She nibbled his lower lip gently, snaking her hands through his hair as the long strands tickled her fingers. She wanted him. That much was clear. Arturo ran one of his hands down her back, feeling her grip tighter as she pressed herself against him, leaning further into their passionate embrace. She kissed him harder, squeezing his tongue between her teeth. Arturo groaned as he felt her hands slip down his back, slipping beneath his pants. She gripped him, her fingertips pressing hard into his clean, toned body, trailing down to his back before they slid upwards again. Her palms drifted over the muscles of his chest, following the line of tiny hairs that added to his rugged looks, stopping only once, he felt her grasp clamp onto his back.

Arturo's hands slowly moved up, tracing her curves, and finding the edges of her lingerie. She felt a thrill shoot through her body as his palms caressed her breasts, the material of her bra tight against her sensitive nipples. His fingers explored, teasing, and tugging at her flesh, before he leaned down and captured one of her breasts in his mouth, his tongue lashing against her tight bud. She let out a soft moan, her entire body shaking with pleasure. Arturo's lips moved lower; his tongue tracing circles around her navel before traveling south to her most private area. He kneeled before her, eyes dark with desire, and she felt her legs quivering with anticipation. He kissed her thighs, each stroke of his tongue sending a wave of pleasure through her body, and then he looked up with a mischievous smile.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, before lowering his head and whispering, "Open your legs for me, baby."

Sofia felt herself melting under Arturo's touch, and she opened her legs, allowing him to feast on her body. His tongue explored her most delicate areas and sent shivers of pleasure through her veins, and she moaned with pleasure as he pleasured her. She reached down, unable to take it anymore, and forced Arturo to stand. He was just getting started, and she was on the verge of orgasm, his tongue driving her wild. She forced her legs apart and wrapped them around him, her hands gripping his muscled back, and pulled him in. She felt his cock harden, and her body cried out for more of him, even as his tongue pleasured her.

"Now," she moaned, running her hands through his hair, "give it to me, Arturo. Make love with me this instant. I want you so badly. Don't make me wait any longer."

He lifted himself off of her, grabbed hold of his cock, and positioned himself between her legs. He picked up his strokes, his tongue still exploring her body, and Sofia could feel the pressure building. As Arturo forced her legs open, she felt her whole body quiver. This was it. She was going to have an orgasm, something she only ever read about in books. She felt Arturo grip her hips and thrust into her, and then he was there, right where she needed him, right where she wanted him to be. The world around her exploded as she felt a wave of pleasure spread through her body, her toes curling and her throat quivering with large moans. She had to clutch a pillow as Arturo continued to fuck her, trying desperately to keep herself from going limp.

She felt Arturo pressed against her, his cock still hard and driving into her. She could feel the beating of his heart and the pleasuring sound of his moans. The sound of it low and guttural and almost animalistic. She felt his pace quickening, and she clenched her thighs around him, her body rising to meet each time he entered her. She wanted this to last forever, but she knew from the sound of it was only a matter of time. She felt her body quiver again as the orgasm spread through her, her head going fuzzy and her body seeming to shut down. Her hands were holding onto the headboard, gripping the rails until her knuckles were white. Arturo leaned over her body and wrapped his arms around her, breathing hard. She felt his arms tighten around her and another wave of pleasure washed through her as his cock was shoved deep inside her pussy, throbbing and pulsing with his warm come.

She felt the warmth of his cock, the softness of the come spilling in and out of her as he clutched her close. He was leaning against her, their bodies sweaty and slick, muscles clenching and relaxing one after another until they were both breathing slowly, their bodies still entwined together. As they lay panting on the bed, Sofia looked up at Arturo, reaching up to brush her fingers against his cheek. He smiled down at her and she leaned up, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Her stomach growled loudly again, and she reached up to cover her mouth apologetically.

Arturo laughed quietly, leaning back against the pillows of the mattress. Sofia was mesmerized by Arturo's passionate embrace. She felt her heart flutter and warmth flood her veins as he tenderly kissed her. He got up, a sudden spark of urgency in his movements, and declared he'd order them food. But Sofia felt something more from him, and with a newfound courage she got up to take a shower. What if Arturo had genuine feelings for her? She wasn't Italian; she was from London, but somehow, he had made her feel like she belonged with him. She let out a deep sigh, feeling a newfound optimism in the surrounding air.

"I don't want to assume, but... could he have feelings for me? Will there be a chance to have a genuine love for us?" she thought.