Page 128 of The Underboss's Secret Twins

I start to move, each stroke deep, unhurried, making sure she feels me everywhere, making sure she knows exactly what she does to me.

Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me close, her breath catching with every slow thrust.

"Marco—"

I kiss her, swallowing her moans, pouring every ounce of restraint, every bit of tenderness I have into the way I move inside her.

I keep my strokes slow, deep, dragging out every thrust, making her feel every inch of me, every inch of how much I want her. My lips press against her skin, trailing over her jaw, the curve of her throat, down to the swell of her breasts, my breath coming out in uneven bursts as I fight to stay in control.

But it’s slipping.

The way she’s clutching me, her nails digging into my back, her body arching, hips rolling up to meet every thrust with a desperate little sound that goes straight to my cock—it’s breaking me apart.

She shifts beneath me, moaning softly, her fingers fisting in the sheets as her body tightens around me, her heat gripping me like she never wants to let go.

I curse under my breath, pulling back just enough to look at her, to really see her.

Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, her silver eyes half-lidded and glazed over with pleasure.

I cup her face, brushing my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. "You're so fucking beautiful like this, baby."

She moans, turning her face into my palm, pressing a kiss there, sending something molten down my spine.

I groan, my control slipping another notch.

I can’t keep going like this. I need more.

Before she can even catch her breath, I pull out slowly, making her whimper at the loss, then grab her hips and roll onto my back, bringing her with me.

She gasps as I sit up against the headboard and pull her onto my lap, her thighs straddling my waist, her slick heat pressing against me, hot and wet and ready.

I grip her hips, guiding her, coaxing her closer, until my cock is nestled right against her, sliding through her folds, teasing her.

She shudders, her hands resting on my shoulders, her breathing uneven as she looks down at me.

"Like this, sweetheart," I murmur, dragging my lips over her collarbone, feeling the way she trembles. "I want you to ride me."

Her fingers tighten on me, her nails biting into my skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I run my hands down her sides, over the curve of her ass, then back up to her waist, helping her, guiding her.

"You can take me like this, can’t you?" My voice is rough, edged with something raw.

She nods, but I don’t let her get away with just that.

"Use your words, baby."

Her breath catches, her thighs tightening around me.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice breathy. "I can take you."

I groan, my grip on her hips tightening as I lift her slightly, lining myself up with her slick entrance.

"Good girl," I murmur.

Then, I pull her down onto me, inch by agonizing inch.

Her moan shatters between us, breathy and broken, her body clenching around me as she sinks down completely.