Pleasure shoots down my spine, and not breaking eye
contact, I growl, "Il mio."
Mine. All fucking mine.
My body shudders, my fucking balls tighten, then I jerk uncontrollably as I empty myself in her.
"Il mio," I hiss from the intense orgasm tightening every muscle in my body and forcing me to bury myself as deep as possible inside her.
The powerful force of the orgasm subsides until I'm able
to move again, thrusting into her three more times before I
still.
We're both gasping, our bodies drenched in sweat.
My arm is hurting like a motherfucker, but it doesn't matter. All I can focus on is the tear escaping her left eye before it disappears into her hair.
This is Mariya at her most vulnerable. There's no bratva
princess. There's no queen. No feistiness.
There's just the woman who loves me so fucking much it terrifies her.
I push my arms beneath her and hold her so fucking tight as I press kisses to her neck and jaw. I wait to catch my breath before I say, "I think it's safe to say there's nothing wrong with your clit."
A breath sputters from her, her arms tighten around me, and she buries her face against my shoulder as she tries to work through her emotions.
"You came so fucking beautifully for me," I praise her.