Until Forever Ends: A Dark Mafia Romance

in my arms, gently working a washcloth over her wounds to finish cleaning them. I thought back to the night when I'd told her I knew how many freckles she had and held her in a similar way. I tormented myself, wondering if all the while she'd rested in my arms, she'd been thinking of the time after she left me.
If she'd been imagining her life back home, when all I could think about was the fact that she was my home.
When I finally felt like she'd soaked long enough, I pulled her from the tub and dried the both of us off to the best of my ability. Laying her out on the bed, I examined the wounds on her hands and knees to ensure they'd come clean and would heal properly.
Her body was pliant beneath me as I crawled into the bed beside her, stroking a hand over her stomach where the fertility shot had pierced her skin. The muscles twitched in reaction, signaling her pending return to reality.
I nudged her legs apart with my hand, staring down at the pink flesh between her thighs in a moment where her insecurity with her body couldn’t hinder my observations of her body. I touched a finger to the freckle just below her belly button, gliding my hand lower slowly and watching her face for any reaction.
She didn’t stir, her eyelashes remaining fully closed as my finger slid through her lips and bumped against her clit. I cupped her sex in my hand, staring down at her in awe and wondering how she ever took me inside her.
A glance back to her face confirmed she still hadn’t awoken from the last clinging embrace of the sedative, slumbering peacefully as I violated her in a way I knew she would condemn when she discovered the truth.
And I had every intention of making sure she knew I’d touched her while she slept.
That she was mine to do with as I pleased, and the boundaries that would have existed in a normal relationship would never apply to us.
I maneuvered my body over her leg, placing my face at eye level with her pussy and lifting her knees up to spread her open wider. Running my tongue between her folds, I licked her from her entrance to her clit and back again.
Compelled with the need to ensure she dreamt of me, my fingers dug into her hip bones. Even in sleep, Isa wouldn’t be free of me. Not ever again.
My touch turned bruising as my rage consumed me. With the reminder that mi princesa tried to leave me. That she’d tried to walk away from me.
Never again to know my mouth on her. Never again to know what it was to have my cock inside her.
I dragged my lips over her pussy and to her thigh, sinking my teeth into the flesh of her leg and reveling in the tiny whimper she released in her sleep. The sight of my bite mark on her skin appeased me slightly. I stared at it and blew a breath against her clit as I watched her, leaning forward to press the flat of my tongue to her firmly. I worked her over without mercy in a way that would have made her scream had she been awake.
Her leg twitched beside my head, the sensation working to draw her from the haze. Sealing my mouth around her clit, I sucked gently until her stomach trembled with her need to come.
Her eyelashes fluttered, her lids remaining closed despite the pull of my mouth on her pussy, trying to draw her from her slumber. I pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking on it with steady and rhythmic pulses until her stomach caved in.
The breath caught in her lungs and her legs tried to tighten around my head involuntarily as she came on my tongue. I watched as her lashes fluttered one last time and her legs relaxed around me, positioning myself to kneel between her legs as I took my cock in hand.
Staring at the wet and swollen flesh between her legs, I stroked myself furiously. Anger that she hadn’t woken up yet consumed me, driving me forward with the need to be inside her.
But I wanted to look her in the eyes the first time her nightmare fucked her. I wanted her to know exactly who owned her for the first time. The thought of the shock in her pretty multicolored eyes drove me over the edge, and I shot my release all over her pussy and lower stomach with a ragged groan.
I bit my lip as I looked down at the cum staining her skin, glistening on her and marking me as hers. I wanted to stare at it while I waited for her to wake up, but the goosebumps on her arms compelled me to pull the sheet over her and hide her body from my view.
I grabbed a pair of shorts from the closet, tugging them on and settling into the chair beside the bed to watch her until she woke up and remembered where she was.
My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her, uncaring about the release I’d just painted on her skin.
I'd waited sixteen months to have her. I could wait another hour to truly make her mine.

2 Isa
My head throbbed, a dull ache that pulled me from the depths of a vague memory. The feel of a man's hand in mine, the rough skin of his palm wrapped around me, tugged at me from the past. It tried to pull me under, tried to take me back to the last place I ever wanted to remember.
But the pain in my head pushed the demons back, forcing me to open my eyes with a quiet groan that rattled in my dry throat. I touched a hand to my forehead as I blinked up at the white linen fabric hanging like a canopy from the bed