Book Cover By: @writermarie__
Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir.
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🔞Tristian🔞
The kiss had soon turned into something else and she was a mess for me by the time our clothes were removed and we were tangled up in each other on my bed. A beautiful, breathtaking mess.
Her dark skin gleamed under the soft light filtering through the blinds, highlighting the curve of her waist and the way her perky breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath.
She didn't say a word the entire time, just kept her lips connected to mine like she was afraid of letting go. It was a frantic, desperate kind of kiss, fueled by an unspoken hunger that had been building between us for weeks. I met her intensity with my own, deepening the kiss, my tongue dancing with hers in a silent, passionate conversation. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, her nails digging lightly into my skin.
My lips and tongue had traced every inch of her smooth body, exploring every curve and hollow, tasting the sweetness of her skin.
Now, I was kneeling on the floor in front of her, admiring her. The sight of her took my breath away. The contrast of her dark skin against the pale sheets was intoxicating, and the way her eyes were half-closed, filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, made my heart ache.
"Spread your legs some more," I instructed, my voice rough with need.
Lyric let out a strangled gasp, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Obediently, she spread her legs wider, offering me an even more intimate view.
The sight of her pussy, swollen and slick with anticipation, had my dick throbbing nearly painfully. I wanted nothing but to slide myself inside her and ravish her, to lose myself in the heat and pleasure of her body.
I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, and gently stroked the soft folds of her labia. She moaned, arching her back slightly, and her fingers tightened in my hair.
"Tristian," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please..."
"Please what, baby?" I asked, my voice husky as I leaned closer, my breath hot against her skin. "Tell me what you want."
She didn't answer, but her hips tilted forward, silently urging me on. I lowered my head, my tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path from her inner thigh to the very heart of her. She cried out, her body convulsing in response.
I spent what felt like an eternity pleasuring her with my mouth, savoring every sound, every movement, every delicious taste. She was so sensitive, so responsive, that it was almost unbearable. I could feel myself losing control, my own desire building to a fever pitch.
Finally, when I thought I couldn't take any more, I pushed myself up, straddling her legs. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, her breathing shallow and rapid.
"Look at me." I said, my voice low and intense.
She met my gaze, her eyes filled with a raw, untamed hunger that mirrored my own. I slowly entered her, inch by agonizing inch, until I was buried deep inside her. She gasped, her body clenching around me and I knew I was home.
