Page 30 of The Mobster's Dance

“Inside of you—I need you right now, baby,” I growl, banding my arm around her waist and pulling her up. She wraps her legs around my back, and we both moan when she lowers herself down, sheathing my hard dick with her warmth.

The rest is a blur of wet skin brushing against each other, panted breaths and a storm of need.

Mine.

The word roars in my head as I thrust upward, her need matching mine. Her hips roll fervently over mine, and when she arcs her back and gives me a view of her small breasts, pink nipples glistening with water, I find my appetite stirred considerably. I lean in and close my lips over the buds, licking the water off her skin and groaning at the velvety smooth feel of her skin.

“Dante—oh God,” she cries out, rocking her hips faster, her thighs trembling against mine. I reach between us and flick her clit with my thumb, making her scream. Her pussy clenches around me like a fist, sending me right off the edge along with her. I still, groaning into her breasts as my cock twitches inside of her, ropes of my cum coating her insides. Her legs shake violently, rough tremors rolling between us through the climax until I’ve emptied myself into her.

Gia collapses against me, running a hand down my shoulders and back. “Well, that wasn’t part of the usual routine,” she pants, dropping her head to my shoulder. “Sex on the bathroom floor.”

“I couldn’t wait,” I rasp, holding her tightly. “I just had to have you. I always want you, Gia Rossi.”

“Me too,” she whispers, and I am surprised when she leans back and cups my jaw before leaning down to drop her forehead against mine, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Dante."

"I could say the same thing about you."

"I haven't sacrificed half the things you have for me."

"You love me," I rasp, brushing my lips over hers. "Despite the dark obsession and the chaos that surrounds the life of a Rossi, you love me, and that is all I have ever wanted from you.” I reach down and place a hand on her flat stomach, already picturing our life with the child she carries. “And now, you’re about to give me more. A family.”

She drops her head back to my shoulder and nuzzles my neck. Whatever tension she’s been carrying finally melts away, and I feel her relax into my arms, where she belongs. “That day at the church…thank you for seeing me.”

“I’ll always see you, Gia. Only you.”

~The End