Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 165

Gianna's POV

The first touch of Dante's mouth against my most intimate place sent a shockwave through my entire body that stole the breath from my lungs. My back arched off the bed involuntarily as a strangled gasp tore from my throat.

"Dante..."

His lips moved against my slickness with deliberate intent, kissing my heated flesh the way he'd kissed my mouth moments before. But this was different. This was devastating. Each press of his mouth sent electricity racing up my spine.

"Easy, bella," he murmured against me, his breath hot and teasing. "Let me taste you."

My hands fisted in the sheets as his tongue traced a slow, torturous path through my folds. The flat of it dragged upward, and when it flicked against my sensitive bundle of nerves, I cried out, hips jerking.

"Dante! I can't, it's too much..."

"Yes, you can." His voice was a dark purr. "Don't fight it, Gianna. Feel what I'm doing to you."

His mouth closed around my clit, sucking gently, and the world tilted sideways. Pleasure crashed over me in waves I couldn't control, couldn't predict.

My thighs trembled violently on either side of his head as he worked me with maddening precision, alternating between those devastating suctions and soft, teasing licks that had me whimpering.

Then his tongue descended lower, tracing my entrance, and I nearly came apart at the seams.

"Fuck..." The word dissolved into incoherent sounds as he pushed inside me, his tongue thrusting shallow but insistent. The intrusion was so delicious, so intensely intimate, I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes.

"That's it," Dante praised between strokes. "You taste like heaven, amore mio."

His fingers joined the assault, one sliding through my wetness before circling my entrance. When he pushed inside, just one finger, while his tongue returned to my clit, I shattered.

"Dante!" My scream echoed off the walls as my hips bucked wildly against his face. The climax ripped through me with brutal force, muscles clenching and releasing in rhythmic spasms I couldn't control.

But he didn't stop.

"Again," he commanded, his voice muffled but no less authoritative. "Give me another one, Gianna."

"I don't know if..."

He added a second finger, stretching me, filling me, while his tongue worked my clit in rapid flicks that had stars bursting behind my eyelids. The pressure built impossibly fast, climbing higher than before, reaching for something I didn't understand.

My hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair. I meant to push him away, I swear I did, but instead I found myself holding him there, pressing him deeper, grinding against his mouth shamelessly.

"Yes," he growled approvingly. "Take what you need."

His fingers curled inside me, finding a spot that made me see white. At the same time, his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit while his other hand pressed firmly against my lower belly.

The combination shattered me completely.

A different sensation exploded through me this time, one that terrified me even as it consumed me. The climax built and built until it felt like I would explode from the inside out, and then I did.

Liquid heat gushed from my body as I convulsed around his fingers. My legs shook uncontrollably, my entire body seizing with the force of it.

I heard myself screaming but couldn't make sense of the sounds, couldn't form words, could only ride out the most intense physical experience of my life while something wet and warm soaked the sheets beneath me.

"Dante!" Panic laced my voice as my hips rocked against his hand, chasing sensations I couldn't name, didn't understand, but desperately needed.

"Don't fight it, bella." His voice was filled with masculine satisfaction. "Let it happen. Let go for me."

"I've got you," he soothed, though his fingers continued their devastating rhythm. "You're safe. This is normal. This is beautiful. Ride it out, Gianna. Let your body do what it needs to do."

"Oh... Dante... yes..." The words tumbled from my lips, raw and unfiltered, as the sensations continued, wave after wave of release I couldn't stop.

"What's happening? I can't, I can't control it..."

His hand cupped my cheek, thumb stroking along my cheekbone. "What was what, pretty doll?"

I bit my lip, embarrassment making my throat tight. "That... that thing that happened. At the end. I made a mess. I don't... I don't know if something's wrong..."

Understanding softened his features. "There's nothing wrong with you, Gianna. What you experienced happens when a woman is deeply aroused."

I stared at him. "...I don't understand?"

"It's called squirting," he said simply, watching my face. "When a woman's body reaches a certain peak of pleasure, she can release fluid. It's completely natural and," his smirk returned, "incredibly arousing for the man who caused it."

My face felt like it was on fire. "But it's never happened with us before."

"Tonight is different." His voice held an edge of darkness mixed with tenderness. "This is our wedding night, Gianna. I told you I would make you mine in every way. Your body knows it belongs to me now. It responded to me the way it was designed to."

"But I couldn't control it," I whispered. "I tried to stop it, but I couldn't..."

"That's the point, bella." His lips brushed my forehead. "You're not supposed to control it. You're supposed to surrender to it. To me."

I searched his face, looking for any sign of disgust or disappointment. Finding none, only heated satisfaction and possessive pride, I felt some of my panic ease.

"So... it's normal?"

"More than normal. It's a gift." His hand slid down to rest on my hip. "And I intend to make you do it again. Many, many times."

A shiver ran through me at the promise in his voice. Despite the exhaustion weighing down my limbs, despite the lingering embarrassment heating my cheeks, my body responded with a fresh wave of arousal.

"I don't understand my own body anymore," I admitted softly. "That was different from... from any other time. More intense. More frightening."

"That's because you've never truly let go before." Dante's fingers traced idle patterns on my skin. "You've always held part of yourself back from me. Tonight, you gave yourself to me completely. Your body rewarded you for that surrender."