Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 219

Gianna's POV

Tears welled in my eyes instantly.

"Fuck!" Dante froze immediately, his face twisted with horror and guilt. "Gianna... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have lost control like that. I'm so sorry, pretty doll."

"It... um..." I gasped, struggling to breathe through the searing pain. It was more intense than I had expected, a deep ache that radiated through my entire body and left me trembling.

"It's my fault. I should have known better." He kissed my forehead and my cheeks, catching my tears with his lips. "I'm so sorry. Let me make it right."

"It's my fault too," I managed, my voice shaky. "I was too eager. I didn't anticipate it would hurt this much."

"No." His voice was firm and soothing all at once. "I should have controlled myself. I'm your husband. It's my job to take care of you, to make this good for you."

He kissed me softly and gently, his lips tender against mine. His hands moved to my breasts, caressing them with a feather-light touch that made me shiver.

He wasn't moving inside me. He was just letting me adjust to the feeling of him filling me completely, stretching me impossibly wide.

His mouth found my nipples again, sucking gently this time. The pleasure helped distract from the pain, and I felt my body starting to relax around him.

"Tell me when you're ready," he whispered against my breast. "We'll go as slow as you need."

I nodded, focusing on the sensations of his mouth on my nipples and his hands caressing my skin with deliberate slowness.

Gradually, the sharp pain began to fade, replaced by a feeling of fullness, of being stretched around him in a way that made me feel claimed.

"You can move," I whispered. "Just slow."

"Tell me if it's too much." His eyes searched mine with genuine concern. "I'll stop. I promise I'll stop if you need me to."

I nodded again, and he began to pull out so slowly that I felt every ridge and vein of him dragging against my sensitive inner walls.

I felt a twinge of pain, but it wasn't as bad as before.

He pushed back in that same pace, and I gasped at the sensation. He was so big, stretching me, filling me completely until I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.

He withdrew again, a little further this time, and drove back in slowly. His hips rolled in a controlled rotation that made my toes curl.

I could see the strain on his face, see how hard he was holding himself back. The muscles in his arms were trembling with the effort, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his voice tight and strained.

"Different," I breathed. The pain was fading more with each stroke, replaced by warmth that spread through my core. "Keep going."

He continued his slow thrusts. His hand moved between us, finding my nipple and rolling it between his fingers with just enough pressure to make me whimper.

The dual sensations, him inside me and his fingers on my nipple, were helping my body adjust.

The pain continued to give way entirely to pleasure that built with each gentle movement.

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