My adorable mafioso
A moan escaped Svetlana’s throat, followed by a broken,
“Oh, yes…”
And Dante knew she was lost.
He felt himself on the brink, unable to hold the thin line between control and madness any longer. But still, he pressed on, determined to bring her to the highest peak, to make her explode in his arms.
Svetlana moaned again, her body taut like a string about to snap. Then, with a strangled cry, she shattered.
“Dante!” she whispered his name between gasps, eyes closed, skin flushed, breath trembling.