Page 133 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

W e rushed out of the Galleria Borghese, flagged down a taxi, and raced to the nearest hotel as fast as the driver could take us.

Thank God it was only half a mile away, or we might have done it right there in the back of the cab.

Niccolo tipped the driver a hundred, then we ran into the hotel – a very nice one – and Niccolo booked a room while holding and caressing my hand.

The desk agent looked askance at us, sensing the vibe –

But he hurried it all up after Niccolo basically threw a wad of cash at him.

Once we had the key, we rushed up to the fourth floor in an elevator.

I was half-undressed by the time we got through the door.

We ripped off each other’s clothes, frantically stripping naked –

And then Niccolo flung off the comforter and threw me down on the bed.

There was no preamble – no oral sex or foreplay, other than everything we’d done so far.

I didn’t need it; I was already dripping wet.

As I spread my legs for him, he straddled my body with his strong arms –

Placed the tip of his rock-hard cock at the lips of my pussy –

And slid inside me with one long, slow stroke.

“OH GOD!” I cried out as he filled me up.

FUCK, I’d missed his cock!

His thickness –

His length –

I was so turned on from all the anticipation and kissing that I came as soon as he entered me.

A small orgasm – not an overwhelming one –

But my body tingled from head to toe with pulses of pleasure and joy.

However, when Niccolo was finally all the way inside me –

Looking down at me, just inches from my face –

He slowed everything down.

“I love you,” he whispered as he gazed into my eyes.

I swallowed hard as I stared back at him.

“I love you,” he whispered, and slowly began to move.

Not fast… no thrusting…

Just a slow rocking back and forth inside me.

“I love you,” he whispered, and kissed me.

His hands stroked my hair… caressed my face…

As he whispered over and over again, I love you.

I couldn’t bring myself to say it back… not yet…

But I felt it.

I also felt things I’d never experienced before.

Such tenderness…

Such closeness…

Such… intimacy.

A flood of emotions surged inside me like a dam had broken.

All the walls I’d built up my entire life –

Against my father –

Against the assholes who had taken my dreams away –

Against all men, really –

Those walls came tumbling down.

I felt as vulnerable as a newborn baby deer…

And I started to cry.

Not bawling or sobbing –

Just quiet tears spilling from the outside corners of my eyes and down the sides of my face.

Niccolo immediately stopped moving and stared at me in alarm.

“Are you alright?” he asked, a note of fear in his voice.

I smiled at him through my tears –

A genuine smile –

And nodded yes.

“Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered. “But they’re good tears.”

Not happy tears, exactly…

But good ones.