Page 36 of The Mafia's Septuplets
When I reach the apex of her thighs, I spread her legs wider, positioning myself to worship her pussy. I start with soft kisses along her inner thighs, my stubble grazing sensitive skin until she’s writhing with need for me to touch her clit. I continue denying her that while kissing her thighs and her labia but not yet dipping inside.
“Iskander, please.” Her voice breaks on my name.
I look up at her, taking in the sight of her flushed skin, her parted lips, and the way her chest rises and falls with ragged breathing. “Please, what? Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Your mouth,” she whispers, color flooding her cheeks at the bold request. “I want your mouth on me.”
I reward her honesty by giving her exactly what she’s asked for. I drag my tongue along her slick folds, tasting her arousal while she gasps above me. She’s sweet and musky, intoxicating in a way that makes me drunk with need.
I explore her thoroughly, focusing on the places I know make her hips buck against my mouth and cling to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. When I find her clit and circle it with thetip of my tongue, she cries out so loudly I worry Harper might hear.
“Quiet, sweetheart, unless you want your roommate to know exactly what I’m doing to you,” I say against her heated flesh.
The warning only seems to excite her more. I continue my assault on her senses, alternating between broad strokes down her slit and into her opening and focused attention with a lighter touch upon her clit. When I slide two fingers inside her, she’s so wet and ready that I groan at the sensation, wishing it were my cock instead of my fingers experiencing the silken warmth.
I fight down the urge to take her now and focus on pleasing her with my fingers and tongue, building the tension until she’s trembling on the edge of release. Just when she’s about to shatter, I pull back, making her whimper at the loss.
I chuckle, the cruelty so sweet now that she’s on the edge.
I lift her higher against the wall, and she wraps her legs around my waist while position my cock at her entrance, the head nudging against her slick heat. Without a condom separating us, she’s so warm and inviting that it takes every ounce of control not to bury myself to the hilt in one desperate thrust.
“Look at me,” I command softly, waiting until her gaze meets mine. “Let me see those pretty eyes, darling.”
I push forward slowly, savoring every inch as her body opens to accept me. She’s exquisitely tight, her inner walls gripping me like silk as I slide deeper. When I’m fully seated inside her pussy, we both pause, overwhelmed by the intensity of our joining. “You feel like an angel,” I say against her lips.
I begin to move, setting a rhythm that’s slow, deep, and designed to drive us both to the brink of madness. Each thrust of my cock into her channel sends pleasure through both our bodies, building the tension between us until the air crackles with electricity.
She pulls me in deeper with her calves and thighs while raking her nails down my back. The slight pain only adds to my arousal, making me thrust harder and faster, chasing the release that hovers just out of reach.
“I can feel how close you are,” I say softly against her ear, my voice rough with need. “Come for me, Willa. Squeeze my cock as you come.”
I reach between our joined bodies to stroke her where she needs it most, and a couple of strokes sends her spiraling over the edge. Her pussy convulses around me, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically as she cries out my name before biting my shoulder to keep in her cries. There’s a flash of pain, but I ignore it, as long in the moment as she is.
The sensation of her climax triggers my own. I thrust once more as deep inside her as I can when my release crashes over me, filling her with my release while repeating her name several times.
Still in the aftermath, clinging to me while her sheath pulses, she suddenly says, “Promise me.”
“What? Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll keep our baby safe.”
I hold her against me still, and we’re still joined, but the moment suddenly becomes about the future, not the pleasure we justgave each other. Like I’m making a solemn vow—which I am—I meet her gaze and speak with intensity. “I promise I’ll keep him or her and you safe with my life if necessary. I promise.”
She nods and relaxes against me, laying her head on my chest for a second until I shift us to her bed. We collapse together, lying tangled together in her bed, with her head on my chest while I stroke her hair. The late afternoon light through her windows makes everything feel soft and peaceful, though I know the peace is temporary.
“I’ll move in with you,” she says quietly against my skin, “But only for the baby’s safety. Not because I’m surrendering my independence.”
I nod before verbally acknowledging her terms. “Understood.”
“I want equal partnership in decisions about security and living arrangements. I won’t be treated like a prisoner in your house.”
I nod again. “Agreed.”
She lightly strokes the place where her teeth left a mark in my shoulder, igniting a phantom sting that she soon soothes by continuing to caress it. “How long do I have to pack?”
I consider the intelligence reports, the escalating surveillance, and the gut instinct something significant is building toward a crisis I can’t yet predict. “One week. Can you be ready by then?”
She sighs. “If I’m not?”
“Then I’ll come collect you myself.” I tilt up her chin so she has to meet my eyes. “This isn’t negotiable, Willa. Not anymore. I don’t want to force or rush you, but I need to have ever advantage at my disposal to keep you both safe.”
She nods slowly, accepting the reality that her life is about to change in ways neither of us can fully anticipate. “One week.”
“One week,” I confirm, then seal the promise with a kiss that tastes like forever. I know for sure that seven days will feel like forever while I wait to bring her fully into my house and under full-time protection.