Page 134 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Niccolo

W e made love for an hour.

And when I say ‘made love,’ that’s what it was:

Tender.

All-consuming.

Far more than just sex…

An almost spiritual connection, deeper than any I’d ever felt before.

Sofia came over and over… plateaus of pleasure that continued for minutes at a time, then slowly built to ones of greater intensity.

When her head wasn’t tilted back, her eyes closed and mouth open in the throes of ecstasy, she was staring deep into my eyes…

As I continued to tell her I love you, over and over.

She didn’t say it back…

But I could see it in her gaze.

Her eyes expressed what words could not.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore –

I didn’t want to hold back anymore –

And as she came again, her head flung back on the pillow, it tipped me over the edge.

I buried my face in her hair and cried out her name as I exploded inside her –

And her screams filled my ears as her fingers clawed at my back.

After both our orgasms died away, we both lay there panting… me still inside her…

And I kept whispering in her ear, over and over:

I love you…