Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234 Fierce Passion 

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Normally, Emily would have second–guessed everything. She’d weigh the pros and cons, analyze every angle, and make the most logical decision. After her failed marriage and the brutal betrayal by her ex- husband, she had turned down every offer that came her way. But right now, all that mattered was this- him, her, and the feeling intensifying with each passing second they spent together. Her heart knew that even if this was a mistake, even if she was doing something wrong, she was willing to risk it all. 

Matteo stared deep into her eyes, unwavering. Not for a second did he falter. Every word he spoke dripped with sincerity, and every fiber of his being screamed that he was telling the truth–that she could trust him with her life, with her heart. So, she let him in, allowing him to claim her completely. 

Matteo gripped her hips in his fevered hands, seizing her lips as he thrust into her with an urgency that felt like he’d die if he didn’t feel her slick heat wrapped around him–because he truly would. As he submerged himself inside her, Emily took every inch, and a long, tortured groan escaped him, straining to push as deep as he could. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as pleasure overwhelmed him. He was taken aback by the realization of how perfectly she fit him–soft and welcoming. He had never felt this way before, not with anyone. In that moment, it was as if she had been made just for him, and he had finally found the missing piece of his life’s puzzle. 

Then, he lost all coherent thought as Emily arched her back and cried out, breaking their kiss to gasp as she fossed her head back. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he felt her pussy clamp down around him, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. 

“You’re so tight,” he growled, a mix of pleasure and desire coursing through him. 

“You’re so big, Matteo Vinci, filling and stretching me so much. Fuck, it burns. Oh, damn. This is too much…” she cried, her voice thick with need and pain. 

Under him, she gyrated and swayed, her hips rocking back, sliding her tight paradise up his sizzling length until only the head of his cock was enveloped in her heat. He clenched his jaw, bare teeth showing. Anything less than being buried balls deep felt unacceptable. 

“Don’t,” he warned, shoving his hands beneath her, digging his fingers into her ass, spreading her wider for 

him. 

“What?” The way she sensually panted that word sent shockwaves through him, teasing his overloaded libido. 

“Don’t try to get away from me. It’s too late for that.” he threatened as he pulled her closer with all his strength, driving deeper inside her, thrusting harder than before. He surged into a spot deep within her, and she keened again, her nails digging harder into his skin. 

“Ah, how can someone be so huge?” she gasped in his ear. “You’re kill me.” 

Matteo chuckled huskily, her words boosting his male ego. 

back inside her 

going 

“It’s all for you, mon amour, and you fit perfectly,” he groaned, taking her mouth again. He bit her bottom 

ip while squeezing her derrière, pushing his way The nip led to a press of lips, her intoxicatingly sweet taste pulling him deeper. He forced his way into her mouth, and she welcomed him with more animalistic sounds and a seductive swirl of her tongue. Emily felt her head spin as the overwhelming sensations flooded her body, too much for her to handle all at once. 

Just when he thought they had found a satisfying rhythm, she started wriggling in his grasp, trying to create some distance between them 

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“Goddamn it,” he hissed. 

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“Move with me. Slide in and out. I want to feel every amazing inch of you against me,” Emily demanded boldly. 

When she put it like that, he craved it. He wanted it right now. And more than anything, he wanted to see her come. Yes, he had to see her face, feel her grip, hear her cries, and know that he had made her unravel for him. 

At the thought, something savage inside him broke free. His heart raced, pumping adrenaline through his veins. Every muscle in his body tightened as he locked his gaze onto hers, unblinking, just as his cock filled her. She looked breathless, full of anticipation, and so aroused it drove him wild. 

“Fuck, yes.” 

He barely registered the delight lighting up her face before he pulled back and began to pound into her. Deep, long, rapid–fire strokes launched an all–out assault on any barriers she had, pushing her toward the orgasm he was determined to wring from her body. 

As he thrust into her again and again, sweat beaded on his brow. His fingers felt numb, and his mind was consumed by the roaring heartbeat thrumming in his ears. Pleasure washed over him in waves. 

Emily began to tense beneath him, her encouraging moans escalating in speed and pitch as she nipped at his neck. She crossed her ankles behind him, holding on tightly as if she never intended to let go. 

Matteo’s lungs worked like bellows as he inhaled ragged breaths and exhaled rough grunts. Pressure built within him, expanding his senses until all he could comprehend was Emily. Her skin felt like velvet under his fingertips, her lips against his unexpectedly sweet, and her intoxicating scent enveloped him, driving him wild. 

Beneath him, Emily scratched and strained, crying out and writhing in a beautiful dance of desperation. He was seconds away from bursting into a devastating explosion of ecstasy beyond anything he’d ever felt. He wanted it. He needed it. He craved her so intensely that he didn’t think he could take another breath without surrendering to the towering pleasure threatening to crumble him. 

But the way Emily was moving–desperate and wailing showed she was climbing… but not yet on the edge. There was no way Matteo was going over without her. 

He thrust his hard into Emily’s hair, tugging until their eyes met. He rose upright, altering the angle of his thrust, then set his hand on her hip, his thumb finding its way to her clit. 

He rubbed the sensitive nub, feeling the electric response ripple through her. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” 

Emily’s eyes were half–closed, a sob of yearning escaping her lips as she arched her spine. “Yes.” 

“What? Say it louder,” he demanded, wanting to hear her moan for him again. 

“Yes!” she cried, and the sound ignited something primal within him. Her pleading aroused him like nothing else; he was greedy for more of her passion, her submission. 

“Tell me again. Say it now.”