Marry the Mafia at Christmas

CHAPTER 3

ELARA

The moment the elevator doors closed behind us, I couldn’t wait anymore. I jumped on him, pressing my lips to his, attacking it with an intensity and hunger I didn’t know I had in me.

Dave pulled away before I could deepen the kiss, rubbing my button lips with his thumb.

“f**k,” he muttered when my lips wrapped around the pad of his thumb, gently sucking on it. “where the bloody hell have you been all my life?”

“Helping run the family business,” I mumbled back with a growing smirk pushing my blond hair off of my shoulder.

The elevator pinged and we got out. The moment we stepped into the penthouse, I grabbed his collar and pulled him down to my height, kissing him again. Dave let out a deep groan and grabbed my hips, pulling me against his rock-hard body.

He pulled away again and led me towards the sofa and I groaned at the disconnection.

He cut off my protest with a kiss, his lips capturing mine before I could say a word. It was slow and intoxicating, his tongue teasing me in a way that made me crave more—made me imagine the same intensity elsewhere.

Then, in a swift movement, he pulled me onto his lap. His lips found mine again, this time more passionate, more demanding. I couldn’t resist anymore. I did what I’d been wanting to do since he leaned in at the bar—I tangled my fingers in his hair.

He kissed me like it was a necessity, like waiting any longer would have driven him mad. And I loved every second of it.

His hands glided over my bare back, sending a shiver through me as a soft moan escaped my lips. I couldn’t ignore the hard press of his erection against my hip, and instinctively, I shifted.

Straddling him, I pushed the skirt of my gown aside, grateful for the perfectly placed slit.

With my knees bracketing his hips, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned in, deepening the kiss. My tongue explored his mouth, teasing and tasting, my teeth grazing his lower lip before I traced it with my tongue.

Still holding me, Dave stood effortlessly, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. He carried me out of the living room and up the stairs, his lips never leaving mine.

His hands gripped my thighs firmly, his touch grounding me even as my heart raced.

He carried me into the room, kicking the door shut behind him, and headed straight to the bed. Instead of laying me down, he stood me on the mattress, holding me steady.

“You’re still dressed,” he said with a grin, then started pulling at my clothes. He slipped my dress off quickly, and I kicked off my shoes so fast that I lost my balance and fell onto the bed.

Before I could catch my breath, he was on top of me.

“You’re so beautiful, Elara,” he said, his voice full of desire. He cupped my breast in his hand, then leaned down, taking my n****e into his mouth.

I cried out at the heat of his tongue, my whole body tightening with each soft suck. My hands roamed over his damp skin, touching, stroking, and searching for the spots that made him moan. I tried to roll him over, to take control, but he was too strong.

“You might need to spend more time at the gym for that to happen,” he teased, his mouth pulling away just for a second before capturing mine again in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, teasing and tasting, and I swear he could’ve made me c*m from just kissing if we kept going long enough.

Everything about him turned me on—the way his body felt under my hands, the way he looked at me, and the way he touched me. His need, his hunger, and the way he demanded pleasure while giving it in return—it all made me lose control.

“I love your body,” he murmured against my cheek, his lips trailing to my throat. His hand slid down my torso, gliding from my breast to my hip. “I can’t get enough of it.”

“You haven’t had very much of it yet,” I teased, breathless.

He nibbled and licked at my skin, then moved lower, taking my other n****e between his teeth.

He tugged gently, and the sharp flicker of pain made me cry out and arch into him. He soothed the sting with a soft suck, his lips traveling further down my body.

“I’ve never wanted anything this badly,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.

“Then just f**k me already!” I gasped, unable to wait any longer.

“Not yet,” he whispered, lowering his face and brushing the edge of my belly button with his lips. “You’re not ready.”

“What?! No, I am,” I gasped, pulling at his hair, trying to bring him back up.

But Dave caught my wrists and held them against the bed. “You’re tight, Elara. If I don’t ease you into this, I’ll hurt you.”

His honesty about what he wanted turned me on.

Then he moved lower, and I tensed. “Dave, I need to shower first,” I stammered. No man had ever done that for me, and I felt too self-conscious to let him.

But he ignored my words, pressing his face against me. I squirmed, embarrassed, a flush spreading across my skin. He gently bit at my inner thigh.

“Stop it,” I whispered. “You don’t have to do this,” I mumbled, unsure, still shy about it all.

His intense gaze stopped me in my tracks. “I want you, Elara.”

I licked my dry lips, unable to speak, my body overwhelmed by the raw desire in his words.

He growled softly and dove for the slick flesh between my legs. His tongue pushed into me, licking and parting the sensitive tissues. My hips churned restlessly, my body silently begging for more. It felt so good I could’ve wept.

“God, Elara,” he murmured.

As his tongue flicked over my swollen slit my head pressed into the pillow. “Yes. Like that. Please, make me come.”

With a soft, gentle pull and a lick, he pushed me over the edge. I trembled as pleasure hit, my body shaking uncontrollably. His tongue continued its movements, coaxing me through the intense sensation.

His soft groans vibrated against me, causing the pleasure to last longer.

Tears welled in my eyes, slipping down my temples as I lost the battle to keep my emotions at bay.

Dave didn’t stop. His tongue traced slow circles, teasing and coaxing my trembling entrance until every nerve in my body seemed to hum with awareness.

My breaths quickened as his fingers slid inside, their movements skillful and precise. I was so sensitive that I squirmed under the relentless pleasure, unable to resist its pull.

When his lips closed over me, applying steady pressure, the release tore through me, raw and unrestrained.

“Enough,” I gasped, shaking my head as my body trembled. “I can’t…”

“Once more,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Just one more, and then I’ll take you.”

“I… I can’t.”

“You will.” His breath fanned over my heated skin, cool and teasing, reigniting every raw nerve. “I love watching you like this, Elara. The way your body moves, the sounds you make—it drives me insane.”

His touch found a tender spot inside me, and this time, the pleasure came in slow and gentler but no less consuming. My body surrendered completely, leaving me dazed and weightless.

Then his presence was gone for a moment—a drawer opened, foil crinkled. The bed shifted as he returned, his hands pulling me to the center of the mattress.

He hovered over me, his weight pinning me down as his forearms pressed my arms to my sides. I was caught, captured by the intensity of his gaze.

His face was sharp, every feature carved with lust. His dark eyes bore into mine, wild and unrestrained. At that moment, I knew he had crossed a line, holding back for my sake until now.

And I wanted it. All of it.

“Take me,” I said, my voice breathless, daring him.

“Elara,” he growled, my name like a warning, and then he moved, driving into me with a force that stole my breath.

The fullness, the intensity, was overwhelming. He filled every part of me, and I clung to the bedspread.

I did c*m thrice already, this time should be for him to find his release, but I knew I’d feel every moment of it just as deeply.

The world seemed to dissolve around me, leaving nothing but the two of us. I had never felt so utterly consumed, so completely his.

I tightened around him, savoring the way he filled me, every inch of him claiming me as his own. His hips pressed against mine as if to silently declare_

Do you feel me? I’m here. You’re mine.

His body tensed, every muscle in his chest and arms straining as he withdrew, leaving just the tip. The sharp tightening of his abs was my only warning before he drove forward again—hard, relentless.

A cry escaped me, and he answered with a low, primal growl. “Christ … you feel so good,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

His grip tightened, and he began to move with a fierce rhythm, pinning my hips to the mattress with every powerful thrust.

He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he held me firmly in place. His movements grew more urgent, his voice raw as he whispered words that sent my mind spinning. “I’ve never been this hard, this deep. I can feel it—feel myself in you, pounding into you.”

A small, needy sound escaped me before his mouth claimed mine, silencing everything but the desperation coursing through me. My nails dug into his hips as they moved relentlessly, each thrust of his body driving me mad.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, the heat between us almost unbearable, our breaths ragged and shallow. As an orgasm began building inside me, everything tightened and clenched, squeezing.

He cursed under his breath, sliding one hand beneath me to cup my hip and lift me higher. The shift brought his every movement directly against the spot that burned for him, and I cried out, overwhelmed by the unbearable pleasure.

“Come, Elara,” he commanded, his voice rough and urgent. “Now.”

And I did—my release crashing over me in a wave so powerful it left me trembling, my voice breaking on his name.

The intensity of it was magnified by the way he held me, his grip unrelenting as if he needed me just as much.

He groaned deeply, his head falling back as his release neared. “Elara,” he gasped, his voice raw. He pulled me closer, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe as his body shook with each powerful thrust.

His release came in long, shuddering waves, leaving us both utterly spent and clinging to each other in the aftermath.

It took us a while to catch our breath, and when we did, Dave finally let me go, rolling out of the bed to the toilet to discard the used condom, while he was at it, I covered myself with the duvet, closed my eyes, and slowly drifted.