Page 88 of Diavolo

"We will make it fit."

He began to pound her like a machine. The constant, clenching friction seared them in bursts of euphoric bliss. His hips pistoned back and forth at rapid-fire speeds. His rhythmwas hard and unrelenting. He didn't stop until the tip of his cock hit the back of her cunt. She had never been fucked so deeply. Both eyes squeezed shut. Elyse moaned and panted her pleasure, tilting her hips toward him, helpless to push him away, as her climax began to uncoil and spiral everywhere like an unstoppable storm.

His arms slipped from her thighs. Alessandro reached over to find Elyse's hands, lacing his fingers with hers, as he pinned them on either side of her head. He bent down to kiss her passionately. Aggressively. His tongue swirled with hers. His teeth tugged at her lower lip. Alessandro gasped in a clipped, strained whisper, "Non vorrei mai lasciarti andare."

Then, he shuddered. His cock throbbed as he poured into her in strong, steady pulses. Frustration and bliss mounted in Elyse. She'd been so close, but she hadn't come yet. Before she could even voice her displeasure, Alessandro's hands were back on her hips. Jesus, fuck. How was this possible?He was still hard. The bastard gripped her curves, flipping her over onto hands and knees. Onhisknees, he shuffled toward her until his solid length probed her from behind. With one hand, Alessandro laid a satisfying, stinging smack on her ass before guiding himself back inside her cunt.

They both groaned in relief as he sank deeply into her wet, welcoming warmth. His fingers clutched her hips as an anchor. Then, Alessandro began to pound into her again with renewed vigor, impossibly harder and faster than the incredible fucking he'd given earlier. Pain kissed with pleasure. He reached around to pinch and play with her clit. She climaxed right then and there. Elyse's eyes rolled as she flew to the stars. Again and again, her pussy clenched and contracted around his cock. Even after her release, he kept going. He kept fucking and fucking and fucking until a second wave of ecstasy rolled through Elyse. Their bodies shone with sweat. Elyse fell forward from the forceof his thrusts. Her cheek crashed into the pillow. She cried out her maker's name andhisname, "Oh,Dios, Alessandro!"

He wasn't done with her. He pulled out of her, still hard, on the edge of another orgasm, and rolled her on her back. His cock slid in with her legs wrapped around his waist. She groaned in mindless approval, "So fucking good..."

Alessandro said nothing. His face, though, wore the pleased look of a proud, possessive male. This time, his thrusts were in control, slow, and painstakingly gentle. Elyse's pussy was beginning to feel raw and all too sensitive from being used in such a frenzied fucking, but somehow pleasure continued to simmer through her core as her husband made love to her. Their chests rose and fell in quivering, drawn-out breaths.

Brown and blue-gray eyes found hers. His gaze was tender and soft. Alessandro used one hand to clasp her wrists, gently pinning them over her head. His other hand dipped between them once more to fondle her clit with light, teasing touches. A small smile rested upon his lips as he dipped down to kiss her sweetly. Unhurriedly. For quite some time, Alessandro held this maddeningly divine rhythm. He fucked her as though she was as delicate as glass and lace and flakes of freshly fallen snow. Her softness melted around him as his hardness drove into her. Together, their bodies joined and parted as two halves of a whole, man and woman, husband and wife, the divine and the unholy, until pleasure swept them away in a blindingly beautiful oblivion. In soft, gasping tones, he moaned sweet nothings into her ear,"Concediti a me, cuore mio, lascia che io ti ami..."

She whimpered his name and kissed him all over, "Take me, Alessandro, all of me..."

Afterward, Alessandro folded Elyse into his arms. She lay beside him, drifting, dozing, in a haze of waning pleasure and waxing confusion. Her heart had never felt fuller. Yet, her mind felt quite heavy. What had occurred between them no longerfelt like sex. What now existed between them was beginning to feel like something far more precious, so terrifyingly intimate that Elyse didn't dare examine it up close. She didn't want to give this all-consuming emotion a name. As long as she didn't acknowledgeit,the feeling wasn't real.Itcouldn't hurt her. She refused to surrender toit.

There were still so many questions she needed to ask him. Still so many answers that he owed her. To Elyse's surprise, Alessandro seemed to pick up on her anxiety. He glanced at her with a slightly wary expression. "You look… tense. Did you not enjoy our wedding night?"

No man had ever made her come so hard or so many times in one night.

"Stop fishing for compliments," she muttered. "YouknowI enjoyed it."

"But?"

Elyse shot him a grim, pointed look. "I'm still upset with you."

His mouth quirked. Her eyebrow arched as she eyed him with expectation. Alessandro kissed her temple and sighed, "It seems I cannot fuck away your anger. No matter how hard I try. Very well.You win. Let us talk. Then, maybe, afterward, we can fuck some more..."

Elyse glared at her new husband. There would definitely be no more fucking tonight. She wanted to kick herself for giving in so readily and letting Alessandro have his way with her. Theirgamecompletely slipped her mind in the heat of the moment. Her trump card had literally been fucked away, and, worst of all, she'd done nothing to deter him. Her weakness for the bastard was appalling, and this was only the first of many mistakes. Like sex-crazed idiots, they'd forgotten condoms. Elyse wasn't on birth control. Thank God she knew from the physicals that her husband's blood work was clean. Yet, knowing her luck, his demon-charged sperm would probably find a wayto get her pregnant even though this was the first time they slept together. Anxiety kicked in. Elyse tore away from Alessandro's arms and made a beeline for the bathroom. Surprise flickered across Alessandro's handsome face. He propped himself up on his elbows as he watched her scurry off. "Where are you going? I thought we were about to talk?"

Elyse mumbled over her shoulder, "I'll be right back."

How could she be so careless? Trapped by her Graviano name and her father's debts to the mafia, she had no choice but to accept such a shitty fate. It'd be downright cruel and sadistic to bring a child into her nightmare. Elyse desperately wanted to wash away the possibility of Little Alessandros or Alessandras taking root. But the damage could already be done. The medical professional in her was fully aware that soap and water could only kill sperm outside of her vagina, and morning after pills only had a 75% rate of effectiveness.

After a very thorough and intentional cleansing with soap and water, Elyse returned to Alessandro's side. He seemed completely unaware of her distress. His face brightened the very second she stepped back in sight. He held out his arms to her. "Come here, wife."

She climbed back into his embrace. He snuggled her. Her curves rested against his hard, muscled frame. He kissed her adoringly as though they had been parted for years instead of minutes.

"I missed you," Alessandro murmured into her hair.

She side-eyed him. "I was only gone for a few minutes."

"Even a minute feels like eternity when you are away."

Elyse laughed in spite of herself. "Stop."

Alessandro grinned cheekily. "Never. I must never stop with you. It was my dogged persistence that chained you to me. If God is kind, He will let me keep you. Forever."

He planted another kiss on her nose. Again, Elyse couldn't help smiling even while she chided, "Forever is a long time. You'll be sick of me by then."

"Youmight get sick of me. ButIcan never tire of you. Forever will not be enough.You are a gift. A gift I do not deserve, so I must cling to you and protect what we have with all my might."

To Alessandro, protection meant keeping her ignorant about most aspects of his life. But she deserved the truth. Elyse glanced over to Alessandro. "Sir?"

Out of habit, the word slipped out before she could stop herself. Elyes cringed inwardly. It felt strange to address him as such now that they were married. The word seemed to upset Alessandro as well. His mouth curved with a frown of disapproval.