Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 223

Gianna's POV

Heat crept up my neck. Talking about it in detail felt different than experiencing it, more vulnerable and exposed.

"Dante... I..."

My voice came out smaller than I intended.

"Don't get shy on me now," he murmured, his fingers pressing more firmly against me, making my hips buck involuntarily. "I need to know. I need to hear it, so I can do it much better next time."

"You made me feel..." I swallowed hard, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. "Worshipped. Like my pleasure was the only thing that mattered to you in that moment."

His fingers stilled for just a second before resuming their torturous rhythm with more purpose.

"It was," his voice rough with desire. "Your pleasure is always my priority. Always."

"And when you..." My breath hitched as his fingers found my clit through the fabric, circling it with perfect pressure. "When you talked to me during... when you told me how good I felt, how tight I was, how perfect..."

"You liked that," he said, and it wasn't a question. His grey eyes had gone almost black with lust. "You liked hearing how good you made me feel."

"Yes," I admitted, my hips moving against his hand now, seeking more friction. "I loved it. I loved knowing I was affecting you as much as you were affecting me."

"What else?" he demanded. "What else did you like? What do you want me to do differently next time?"

"I..." My brain was turning to mush, thoughts scattering under his skilled touch. "I don't think you need to do anything differently. It was perfect. You were perfect."

"There's always room for improvement," he countered. "Maybe I should have made you come on my tongue before taking you."

The image his words painted made my inner walls clench.

"Dante," I whimpered.

My words dissolved into a gasp as his fingers hooked into my panties, pushing them aside. He stroked along my bare slit, and I felt the slickness there, proof of how much I wanted him.

"Fuck," he growled, his fingers exploring with gentle thoroughness, gathering my wetness. "So wet. So ready for me."

His fingers circled my entrance, teasing, and he paused. His voice dropped lower. "Are you still sore?"

I shook my head quickly, too quickly. "No."

"Liar." But there was affection in his voice, not accusation. His fingers continued their exploration, stroking through my wet heat with maddening slowness. "Tell me the truth."

"Maybe a little," I admitted breathlessly. "But I don't care. I want..."

"I care," he interrupted firmly, his fingers still working me with expert precision, building pleasure despite his words. "Your comfort matters more than my need."

But even as he said it, his finger pressed more firmly against my entrance, testing.

When he noticed I was getting embarrassed to give him the details he was pushing for, he added, "Tell me what you felt when I pushed inside you for the first time."

"I felt..." My voice was shaking now, my entire body trembling under his touch. "I felt stretched, fuller than I'd ever been. Like you were reaching places inside me that had never been touched before. It burned, but it also felt incredible. Like my body was being reshaped to fit yours."

His breathing had gone ragged, his cock now fully hard and pressing insistently against my hip. "Go on."

"It was electrifying..." I gasped, my hips rolling against his hand, seeking more. "The way you moved inside me, the way you filled me completely. I've never felt anything like..."

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