Page 83 of Stolen Vows

“Why not?It’s my favorite place to be anyway,” he murmurs against my temple.

I elbow him in the ribs.

“No.”

He hums and takes the razor from me anyway.

“Mario!”

“Fuck, I love when you say my name.”He sets the razor down and presses my palms to the wall.“Stay just like this,mia paperotta,” he growls.

I gasp as he ducks under my leg and sits on the floor of the shower with his face an inch away from my pussy.

I don’t dare move as he picks up the razor and continues shaving where I left off.My heart pounds in my throat.He focuses so intensely on my pussy electricity crackles along my nerves.His thick fingers glide over my sex.He pinches and pulls, teases and touches, and drives me to new heights.

When he sets the razor down, I weave my fingers into his hair and tilt his head back.He smirks and sinks a finger into my pussy.I gasp and tighten my fist in his hair.

He pulls out and grabs my ass to give me a chaste, closed-mouth kiss on my sex.

“Now this pretty pussy is ready for our wedding night,” he murmurs.

I shiver as his breath ghosts along my skin.He nips my inner thigh.I squeak.

“Mario, please,” I whimper.

“Fuck, the way you beg,” he snarls.

Pleasure barrels through me as he buries his face between my legs.He licks, sucks, nips, and flicks until I shake with the need to come.

When he pushes his finger inside me, I shatter.

He snarls against my clit, prolonging my orgasm.

I push his head away when it becomes too much.

He rises to sit on the bench and pulls me onto his lap.His thick cock juts up between us.I grind my slick pussy over the length.He groans and leans his head back on the wall.

The pink flesh of his mostly healed wounds stands out amid his tattoos and older scars.I kiss the ones on his shoulder and arm as he lifts me by the hips, fits the head of his cock to my entrance, and pulls me down his shaft.

Our groans bounce off the tiles.I struggle to breathe.The stretch hurts so good.He’s so big he hits every sensitive spot inside me, no matter what position we try.

I lift halfway off his cock and rub my breasts against his chest.He hums and roams his hands over my back and ass.

I tilt my hips, tighten my pelvic floor, and enjoy his hiss of pleasure-pain.

“There’s something I want to talk about,” I murmur in his ear.

He shivers and digs his fingers into my ass.

“My vicious little goddess will do anything to get her way, won’t she?”he growls.

I smirk and nip his earlobe.His cock jerks inside me.

“Mio Dio, you’re trying to kill me,” he snarls.

A giggle escapes my throat as I swirl my tongue over the sensitive flesh under his ear.

“An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,” I whisper against his flesh, referencing all the times he’s tried to kill me with pleasure.