Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 204

Snowflakes

He walked into the bedroom, and I paused for a long, breathless moment, staring at him in raw, heated surprise.

The air between us crackled with unspoken hunger as he moved closer, his presence commanding yet tender, until he sank onto the edge of the bed.

His hand rose slowly, cupping my cheek with a warmth that sent shivers racing down my spine, and without a single thought, I leaned in and claimed his lips in a searing kiss.

I remembered drifting into exhausted sleep after we’d made love earlier, my body weak and spent, but now… now something primal and insatiable had awakened deep inside me, a fiery, different craving that pulsed through every vein.

I deepened the kiss with tender urgency, my tongue exploring his mouth hungrily, tasting him, needing more, before I pulled back just enough to swing my leg over and straddle him.

My hands cupped his cheeks in both palms, holding him captive as I ground my waist down against him, rolling my hips slowly to feel the hard, throbbing length of him pressing against my aching core, like coming home to the most forbidden bliss.

His strong palms secured around my waist with exquisite tenderness, fingers digging in just enough to ignite sparks across my skin, and his energy, his raw desire, surged to match mine perfectly, building that intoxicating friction between us.

Minutes blurred into eternity as our bodies moved in sync, until he tenderly broke the kiss, his breath ragged against my lips as he searched my eyes with a flicker of confusion amid the lust.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight with need, leaning in to capture his mouth again, desperate to drown in him, when his voice emerged soft and commanding, laced with concern.

“Calm down,” he murmured, his grip on my waist tightening gently, possessively. “You alright?”

To that question, I nodded without hesitation, my body screaming the truth. I felt more than fine; I felt alive, electric, on the verge of madness.

Deep inside, I knew I’d shatter into insanity if he didn’t bury himself deep within me right this moment, filling me completely.

I leaned over to kiss his lips one last time, pouring all my desperation into it, and he opened up to me instantly, our tongues tangling deeper, hotter, until I grew tired of just his mouth and trailed my lips down to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there, then to his strong arms, hugging him intimately as I brushed my slick, dripping pussy along his rock-hard cock, teasing us both with delicious friction.

This was pure intoxication. Every nerve ending alight, my body sexually awakened to an unbearable degree, throbbing with need.

And somehow, in this moment, I didn’t want to share even an ounce of control; I wanted to devour him, own him.

I pulled back slowly, my breath coming in hot pants, placing my palm flat on his broad chest just as he teetered on the edge of losing control himself.

He waited, his dark eyes locked on mine, watching intently until I murmured softly, my voice husky with command.

“Let me ride you.”

Those words spilled out more like a sultry demand than a request, dripping with dominance, and he looked at me again, a shadow of wonder crossing his features.

What had unleashed this wild, insatiable version of me?

“Snow…” he started, his voice rough with restraint, but I silenced him by covering his mouth with mine, taking his lips tenderly yet fiercely.

I kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of him, sucking on his tongue before sliding down his body with deliberate slowness, leaving a scorching trail of wet kisses across his chest, his abs, lower and lower until I found his hard, standing cock, pulsing with need.

Hungrily, my fingers reached out to wrap around the thick, veined length, feeling it twitch hotly in my grasp.

The instant our skin connected, Cupid went utterly still, his body tensing like a coiled spring. He swallowed hard, every muscle going rigid with barely contained desire.

A soft, needy sigh escaped my lips as my eyes fixated on the swollen tip, glistening with pre-cum, and my pussy clenched in response, flooding with fresh wetness, aching to be filled. I stuck my tongue out teasingly, licking the sensitive tip first, swirling around it to taste his salty essence, fully aware that my nipples had hardened into tight, aching peaks, begging for attention.

Then I dragged my tongue languidly up the underside of his shaft, savoring the velvet hardness wrapped in my fingers, every ridge and vein sending jolts of arousal straight to my core.

Then I began to bounce up and down on him, rising until only the tip remained inside before slamming back down, taking him deeper with each descent.

“Oh fuck…” the moan slipped out uncontrollably, raw and desperate, as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

My full breasts bounced wildly with my movements, nipples hard and sensitive, and his palm came up to cover one almost possessively, squeezing the soft flesh before pinching and rolling the nipple tenderly, sending electric sparks straight to my clit.

I moved again on him, fucking him deeper, grinding my hips in filthy circles until I slowed to catch my ragged breath, teetering on the edge.

With that pause, Cupid’s palm slid down to brush over my swollen clitoris, his fingers circling the slick nub with expert pressure, building an explosive sensation inside me until I lost all restraint and went wild.

Under my control, I rode him intensely, hips slamming down relentlessly, my pussy clenching around him like a vice until he suddenly gripped my waist with bruising force and shuddered violently in release.

Cupid’s head fell back against the pillow, a deep, primal groan of climax ripping from his throat that enticed me beyond words, pushing me closer to my own abyss.

I milked him greedily, my walls fluttering and squeezing every drop as his hot cum thickly filled me up, coating my insides in delicious warmth.

Only then did I slow my pace, savoring the aftershocks as my pussy pulsed around his spent but still-hard cock.

He sighed shakily, beads of sweat dripping from my flushed skin onto his, mingling our essences, before I collapsed forward onto his body in exhausted bliss.

Cupid’s palms wrapped around me at once, pulling me close as though I were an oasis of pure, cleansing ecstasy he’d discovered in the driest desert, holding me like he’d never let go.

I lay in his arms, suddenly fulfilled to my core, suddenly completed in a way that transcended words, and somehow profoundly happy, happier than I’d ever felt.

I lowered my eyelids, a contented smile curving my lips, and sleep washed over me like the gentlest tide, carrying me into dreams laced with him.