Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 164

Dante's POV

I rewarded her plea by taking the peaked nipple between my lips and sucking hard. Her cry of pleasure made my cock leak against her thigh.

"Oh!" She moaned, her hands flying to my hair.

I worked her nipple with my tongue, circling it, flicking it, feeling it harden even more. "You like that, bella?"

"Yes!" She whimpered. "Yes, don't stop!"

"So responsive." I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. "These pretty nipples were made for my mouth. Look how hard they get for me."

My teeth scraped over the sensitive bud and she gasped, her hands fisting in my hair. "Dante!"

"Does that feel good?" I did it again, harder.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Her hips lifted, seeking friction against my body.

My hand slid down her torso while my mouth stayed focused on her breast. I traced every curve, every dip, mapping her body with my palm. Her skin was like silk, warm and smooth and perfect.

"This body." I released her nipple with a wet pop, my eyes raking over her. "Every inch of you is perfection, bella. These curves. This skin."

My lips moved lower, kissing down the center of her chest. I spread kisses across the underside of her breasts, feeling her breathing quicken. Down to her ribs. I traced each one with my tongue, feeling them expand and contract with her rapid breathing.

Lower. To her stomach. I kissed the soft skin, feeling it quiver beneath my lips.

She stiffened slightly, her hand moving unconsciously to cover her belly. "I've always been self-conscious about,"

"Don't." I caught her hand, pinning it to the bed. "Don't hide from me. This belly is perfect." I kissed it again. "So soft. So perfect. Do you know how crazy it makes me? How much I love every curve?"

"You do?" Her voice was small, uncertain.

"Hell yes." I kissed lower, feeling her muscles jump. "I can't wait to see it swell with my child someday. To see the evidence of us growing inside you. You'll be even more beautiful pregnant."

Her entire body went rigid beneath me. "A baby?" Her voice pitched higher, breathless with shock. "I don't, we can't, I'm not ready for…"

"We're not talking about that right now," I murmured against her skin, kissing lower. "Right now, I'm learning every inch of your body."

"But Dante, I…"

I dipped my tongue into her navel and she gasped, her words dissolving into a sharp cry. "Oh."

"Sensitive here too?" I did it again, swirling my tongue around her navel.

"Yes!" She yelped, squirming. "Yes, that feels..."

"Feels what?" I looked up at her, waiting.

"Good," she finished breathlessly. "Really good."

"I'm going to learn every spot on your body that makes you ache, Gianna. Every place that makes you moan." I kissed down to her hip bone, biting gently. "Every inch of skin that responds to my touch."

"I want that," she whispered. "I want you to know everything."

"These hips." I gripped them with both hands, feeling how perfectly they fit my palms. "Made to grip while I'm inside you. You feel how perfectly you fit my hands?"

"Yes," she breathed.

I shifted down the bed, my lips finding her inner thigh. I kissed the soft skin there, then moved lower. To her knee. To her calf. To her ankle.

To her foot.

I picked it up, pressing a kiss to her arch. Then another. Her toes curled and I smiled against her skin.

"Even these feet are perfect."

"You're kissing my feet?" She sounded surprised, almost embarrassed.

The sound echoed in the room, sharp and shocking. She cried out, her body jerking, but not away. Toward.

"Oh!" Her eyes flew open, wide and surprised.

"You like that?" I focused the next slap directly on her clit, slightly harder.

"Yes!" She moaned loudly, the sound pure pleasure. "Yes!"

I raised an eyebrow, something dark and possessive coursing through me. "That's meant to be punishment and you're enjoying it way too much?"

"Dante..." She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, her lips swollen from my kisses. "Punish me however you want. Just more. Don't stop."

Dammit, she was perfect.

I slapped her heat again, harder this time. The sound was louder. She whimpered, the sound mixing pleasure and pain.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, watching her face carefully.

"Yes," she admitted. "But I like it. I like the sting."

"You like it rough, bella?" I rubbed my palm over her heated flesh, soothing the sting. "Like it when I'm not gentle?"

"Yes!" She admitted without shame. "Yes, I like it!"

I slapped her again, then again, building a rhythm. Light. Hard. Light. Harder.

"Oh God! Dante!" She moaned with each impact. "More!"

"Look at you." I stared at her heat, watching how it glistened. "So wet from being spanked. This perfect cunt is dripping for me. Can you feel it?"

"Yes!" She writhed. "I can feel how wet I am!"

I finally gave her what she wanted, leaning down and running my tongue through her folds in one long, slow swipe.