Chapter 86 Marked by Him
ARYA’S POV
He propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that piercing intensity that always made my pulse race.
A slow smile curved his lips, not mocking, but knowing, as if he had been waiting for this.
“There's nothing I don't know about you, Arya,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my skin.
He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against my temple, then trailing feather-light ones along my jawline, teasing the edge of my mouth.
I shivered under his touch, the sultry haze from earlier reigniting.
“Giovanni.” I whispered, my body trembling against the bed.
His lips ghosted over my neck, nipping gently. “'Let me show you,” he whispered against my skin, his hand sliding up my side to cup my breast, his thumb circling the nipple until it hardened again.
The teasing built slowly, his mouth exploring the curve of my shoulder, the dip of my throat, until I arched toward him, craving more.
A moan slipped out of my lips and I screwed my eyes shut. “Please.” I didn’t even know what I was begging for.
“I've got you,” he said, sealing the words with a deeper kiss on my lips, tongue slipping in to taste me, coaxing out a soft moan.
When he finally pulled back, his gaze held mine, dark and hungry. “I want to claim you, Arya. All of you.”
His hand moved lower, fingers tracing the slick folds of my pussy, still sensitive from his earlier attention.
“Yes.” I groaned. “Yes, please.”
I nodded, my body already responding, hips lifting instinctively. He shifted over me, settling between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against my entrance.
“Breathe,” he instructed softly, one hand bracing beside my head, the other guiding himself.
The tip nudged in, stretching me slowly, and I gasped at the burn, instinctively clenching my thighs around him.
“Oh my… fuck! Gio!” A tight moan left my lips and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging his hair.
“Easy,” he soothed, pausing to kiss me again, his tongue mirroring the gentle thrust as he pushed deeper.
Inch by inch, he filled me, my pussy gripping him tight, adjusting to the invasion. It hurt at first, a sharp ache that blurred into pleasure as he buried himself fully into me.
“Fuck, you're perfect,” he groaned, holding still to let me acclimate, his forehead resting against mine.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, as his chest heaved with mine.
He started moving then, slow rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along my inner walls, hitting spots that made my eyes roll.
“That's it, feel me inside you,” he murmured, one hand interlacing with mine above my head, the other gripping my hip to control the pace.
I moaned, the head of his cock nudging my cervix with each plunge. My breasts bounced with the rhythm, nipples grazing his skin, and he captured one in his mouth, sucking hard while pounding into me.
The bed creaked under us, and I could hear the soft whir of the fan, but all I could focus on was him.
The wet sounds of my pussy taking him filled the room. “You were made for this,” he growled, speeding up, his thrusts turning forceful.
Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, building with each thrust.
“Gio!!!”” I cried out as my walls squeezed around his cock, orgasm ripping through me in waves that left me shaking.
He didn't stop, driving through it, his own breaths ragged.
“Come again,” he demanded, angling his hips to grind against my clit, the friction pushing me over the edge once more.
Only then did he follow, burying deep and spilling inside me, hot pulses flooding my core as he groaned my name.
“Arya.”
We stayed like that for a moment, and I was about to roll on my side but he wasn't done.
“Turn over,” he said, pulling out with a slick pop that made me whine at the emptiness.
I blinked in a daze. “What?”
He grinned wickedly. “You didn’t think I was done, did you?”
He rolled me onto my stomach, and tugged my hips up, positioning me on all fours.
“I want to take you like this.” His hands spread my ass cheeks, thumbs brushing my entrance before he lined up again, thrusting in with one smooth stroke.
A disgruntled sound slipped out of my throat and I slammed my face into the pillow, muffling my scream.
This angle was deeper, his cock hitting new depths that made me arch and cry out.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted, hands gripping my waist as he set a relentless pace, pulling almost out before slamming back in.
My pussy stretched around him, the burn from before gone, replaced by pure sensation.
His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust, the jiggle of my breasts as I rocked back to meet him. He reached around, fingers finding my swollen nub, rubbing in tight circles that had me pushing back harder.
“You love this, don't you? Being fucked like you belong to me.” His words spurred me on, the dominance in his tone making my core clench tighter.
I did love it but I couldn’t put any of it into words. Another wanton moan slipped out of my mouth as he leaned over me, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back for a messy kiss.
His thrusts grew erratic, pounding me into the mattress, my knees buckling as another orgasm loomed.
“Please!” I choked out, my mouth open in a silent scream. “Please, Gio. Please!”
He growled into my ear, fucking my brutally. “'Come on my cock,” he ordered, pinching my clit, and I shattered, squirting around him in a gush that soaked his thighs.
He roared as he collapsed over me, both of us panting.
“That was…” I froze, not knowing what to say and he chuckled beside me.
I turned to look at him, marveled by his shiny his body was and the gleam in his eyes. “You didn’t come.”
He didn’t look surprised that I knew, instead he bobbed his once. “I didn’t.”
I frowned, anxiety twisting in my chest. Did he not enjoy it? Was I not pleasing enough to him?
“Hey, look at me.” He gripped my chin and turned me to face him. “It’s not for any of the reason you’re thinking, okay?”
My brows furrowed together. “Then what’s reason?”
He smirked, flipping us so I straddled him, his cock still hard and glistening. “Ride me, Arya. Take what you want.”
His hands guided my hips, helping me sink down onto him.
I gasped, feeling him fill me completely, my pussy walls hugging every ridge.
“Like this,” he instructed, hands on my ass, lifting and dropping me slowly at first.
The control shifted to me, and I experimented, rolling my hips, and grinding down to feel him hit that spot inside.
A soft sigh left my lips and I did it again and again.
“Good girl,” he praised, thumbs teasing my nipples as I found a rhythm.
I was bouncing faster now and his cock throbbed within me, the head dragging against my g-spot with each rise and fall.
I leaned forward, hands on his chest, nails digging in as I rode him harder, the slap of my ass against his thighs echoing.
“Faster,” he urged, bucking up to meet me, our bodies syncing in a frenzy. “Yes, yes. Just like that!”
My head tilted back and a loud groan tore from me. “Oh, fuck!”
I came first, my pussy milking him as I threw my head back, cries spilling from my lips.
“Aryaaaa!” He gripped my hips bruisingly, thrusting up wildly until he exploded inside me a second time.
Exhausted, I slumped forward onto his chest, his arms wrapping around me immediately.
We shifted, him rolling us to the side, still connected as he pulled the sheets over us.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back as our breaths evening out.
'You're mine now,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head.
I nestled closer, content in his embrace as sleep tugged at us both.
Okay but tell me why this man went from furious mafia husband to soft-voiced “breathe” real quick???
Are we
🔥 Screaming because the tension FINALLY snapped?
🖤 Crying because this was her first time and he made it intense?
👀 Or suspicious because that “You’re mine now” sounded like a warning?