Page 42 of The Underboss’s Secret Twins (Underworld Heirs #2)

She moans, tilting her head back, giving me more of her neck to kiss, to bite, to claim.

I sink in another inch, then another, feeling her stretch, feeling her pulse around me, the tight grip of her making my vision blur for a second.

"Fuck, Sofia," I groan, my forehead dropping to her shoulder, my jaw clenched as I fight to keep control.

She whimpers, her hips shifting slightly, pushing up into me, taking me deeper.

"That’s it, baby," I whisper. "Take me. Let me in."

I sink deeper, gritting my teeth as I bottom out, feeling her take every last inch of me.

She lets out a shaky moan, her nails raking down my back, her body arching beneath me.

"Marco—"

I still inside her, just for a moment, just to let her adjust, to let her feel every inch of me buried inside her.

She’s breathing fast, her chest rising and falling beneath mine, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips parted.

I cup her face, pressing a soft, slow kiss to her lips, dragging my thumb over her cheekbone.

"You okay?" I murmur.

She nods, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. "Move."

I groan softly, dragging my lips down her throat, nipping lightly. "You sure?"

She whimpers, rolling her hips, making both of us shudder.

"Marco," she gasps. "I need?—"

I press deeper, just a little, just enough to make her moan.

"You need what, sweetheart?" I whisper, kissing her again, slow and deep, savoring her.

She whines against my mouth, her body shifting beneath me, pulling me deeper, trying to get more.

I chuckle softly, dragging my lips across her jaw, kissing the corner of her lips.

"I got you, baby," I murmur, finally pulling back, just an inch, before sinking back in.

She gasps, her hands flying to my back, clinging to me, her nails biting into my skin.

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.

My jaw clenches, my hands digging into her hips, holding her still while I fight to breathe.

She’s so tight, so warm, her body wrapped around me like she was made to take me.

"Fuck, Sofia," I groan, pressing my forehead against her shoulder, dragging my hands up her back. "You feel so damn good."

She gasps softly, her hands gripping my arms, her nails scraping over my skin as she adjusts, as she takes me deeper, fully, completely.

I tilt my head back against the headboard, watching her, watching the way her lips part, the way her head tilts back as she breathes me in.

I reach for her face, tilting her chin back down so she has no choice but to meet my gaze.

"Look at me, baby."

Her silver eyes lock onto mine, still hazy, still dazed, but there.

"Feel that?" I murmur, rolling my hips up just slightly, making her gasp, making her shudder.

"Yes," she whispers.

I smirk, dragging my lips over her jaw, her ear. "Good. Now move for me."

Her breath catches, but she listens.

She lifts herself slowly, her body squeezing around me, making both of us groan as she starts to ride me, finding her rhythm, her movement.

I watch her, watch the way her body rocks against mine, the way her breath hitches, the way her thighs tremble as she moves up and down, taking all of me.

I grip her hips, guiding her, helping her, meeting every roll of her body with an upward thrust, deep and slow and torturous.

"That's it, baby," I whisper, dragging my hands up her back, over her shoulders, down to her breasts, cupping them, rolling my thumbs over her nipples.

She gasps, her hands flying to my wrists, her nails biting into my skin.

"Marco—"

I chuckle darkly, pulling her closer, pressing my lips to hers.

"Try again, sweetheart," I murmur, nipping at her lower lip, teasing her. "Who’s inside you right now?"

Her breath catches, her eyes flashing with something dangerous, something heated, something I want to burn in.

"Marco!"

I groan, my hands tightening on her as she picks up her pace, rolling her hips harder, faster, finding that perfect rhythm, that perfect friction that makes both of us shudder.

"That's right, baby," I whisper against her lips. "Keep going. Just like that."

She whimpers, her body squeezing around me, her movements becoming more desperate, more frantic.

I groan, tilting my head back, feeling the heat coiling low in my spine, the need to take over threatening to snap my control in half.

But I want to watch her first.

I want to watch her fall apart in my lap, want to feel every inch of her tremble around me.

If she keeps this up, though, I won’t be able to hang on for much longer. And I want her to see how she looks right now—hair messy, lips open, skin flushed, eyes burning. I could worship her. I do worship her.

Her body moves over mine, slick, hot, and so fucking tight, gripping me like she never wants to let go. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her moans falling from her lips like a prayer, like she’s losing herself completely in the way I’m filling her, stretching her, owning every part of her.

I’m supposed to let her take her pleasure first, supposed to let her ride me slow and deep until she’s trembling, but fuck—I need more.

I grip her thighs and move fast, lifting her as I push up from the bed, keeping her wrapped around me, her breath catching in a startled gasp.

"Marco—"

"Hold onto me, baby." My voice is rough, nearly gone from how much I’ve groaned and cursed and whispered filth against her skin.

She clings to me as I carry her, my cock still buried inside her, every step making her whimper, making her shudder.

I walk us across the room, past the flickering candlelight, past the sprawling bed, until I reach the floor-length mirror against the wall.

I sink into the leather chair in front of it, settling her in my lap, spreading her wide over me, keeping her facing forward.

Facing herself.

She gasps, her silver eyes locking on the reflection.

Her skin is flushed, glowing with the heat of what we’re doing, her lips swollen, her pupils blown wide with lust.

"Fuck, look at you," I murmur against her ear, one hand fisting in her hair, the other dragging down her stomach, my fingers pressing against the soft, sensitive place where I disappear inside her.

I thrust up hard, rolling my hips just right, making her body jerk, her breath hitch.

"Look at how glorious you are."

Her lips part, her eyes going hazy, her body pulsing around me as she trembles in my lap.

I watch her in the mirror, watch the way she reacts, the way she looks when I sink deeper, the way her thighs shake as I fuck up into her, keeping her wide open, keeping her right where I want her.

"You see that, baby?" I murmur, dragging my lips down her throat, my fingers rolling over her clit, slow, teasing, just enough to make her gasp.

She nods frantically, her hands flying to my arms, gripping them like she needs to hold onto something before she loses herself completely.

I thrust again, harder, deeper, making sure she feels every inch of me, making sure she sees what I see.

"See how you take me?" I whisper, dragging my teeth along her jaw, sucking at the soft skin just beneath her ear.

She moans, her body clenching around me, the wet sounds of us filling the room, filling every inch of the space between us.

"I love watching you like this," I groan, watching the way she rolls her hips against me, the way her body tightens, the way her mouth parts in a silent, breathless cry.

I grip her chin, tilting her face toward mine, kissing her deep and filthy, swallowing her moans as I fuck her harder, faster.

Her nails sink into my arms, her body shaking in my lap, the tension winding tighter and tighter until she’s trembling, until she’s right on the edge.

"Come for me, sweetheart."

She gasps, her body locking up, then shattering, pleasure crashing through her as she comes, her thighs squeezing around me, her moans breaking into desperate, shuddering cries.

The way she tightens and pulses around me is too much, too perfect, and I let myself go, holding her still as I thrust deep, coming inside her, my breath ragged, my lips pressing against her ear as I groan her name.

We stay like that for a moment, bodies tangled, breaths uneven, our reflections still glowing with the aftermath of what we’ve done.

I hold her in my arms until she falls asleep.