Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

I wrap my fingers in her hair, eliminating the space between our mouths, our body, and every cell which connects us on the plane. I don't pepper her with kisses but shove my tongue in her mouth consuming that small part of her, so she never wants for another. Her fingers dig into my neck, a sign that her possession of me will not be one made from softness.

The memory of her, like this, will be fierce, a Queen, fit to lead a group of dangerous and a king, who only wishes at this moment to lead her. I rip her skirt open from the side and the sound of it tearing causes something in me to come alive.

The fire blazes in my body as I take what's mine. She snaps my shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere. I am a man, getting ruled by his dick, and his sweet virgin pussy, with the promise of a longer ending, Aliyana is mine. She will remember this moment forever and I will live in this unholy ritual of us. Aliyana writhes naked on the carpet.

Her body is moving, she can’t keep still. I slide my hands along her legs, up her thighs as she moves her hips, wanting me to take off her panties. I’ve slept with many women, and a lot of virgins in my days, and I know to be gentle, I am aware of breaking in unchartered territory.

But seeing her like this, as she takes her dainty fingers and pulls the clip in the front of her bra loose, writhing on the floor, as I slid her white lace down her thighs, I don’t want to break in. I want to take what belongs to me without any preparation, I want her to understand the love I give her, will mark her soul in a way that will be beautiful as it will be binding, and my love for her will hurt.

She must see my indecision, because she grabs on to my arm and pulls me down and just like she wants, I am consumed by her.

Aliyana pulls at my pants and I allow her, to open my zip, before her fingers completely take over, touching an already starving beast. She wraps her hand on the top part of my cock and I move my hips a bit. But playing is not what I want. My lips take hers in a brutal kiss as I take her hands and hold them in one of mine.

My cock moves to her entrance,

“Mi dispiace.” I say it because what I am about to do is a fucking shame.

My sorry is to her, myself, and my daughter for my weakness. I rub my dick on her entrance, she's so fucking wet. I push in slowly wanting her to relax and just as she loosens up I slam in. She screams in pain as her neck drops back, her spin bends as my hand holds her hands in one and my other behind her shoulder.

floor is hard on my knees and it just makes me want to lose myself in her. She is tensed, and I kiss her, her lips so sweet, but

kiss, right in the center before I pull out a bit, and slam

"Yes."

and like all angels getting their wings cut, she screams in pain and agony, but the more I go, the numbness of the paint blends with the friction of

her long blonde hair, as my dick stretches

glowing skin touches mine. I bite her lower lip as she throws her neck back, and like the beast that lives on the surface I suck on her neck, branding her in

no words shared. No declarations made. When she pulls my

her, getting off on the pain she will be stuck with for days to come. Knowing that I

noise, a silent yet receptive lover. I don’t hold myself back as

on us. Our

the stain on my shirt I used to wipe her. The books mock me from all corners, as

pen falls from my side with my journal which I see she got out of my safe. I smile as

Written on the same

Dear Marco

and I have always been enemies. You think I don’t remember the man who stood in the corner of the room when I was 12 and watched me kill a man, but I do. But that girl you saw on the rooftop the day WE lost Ren is not me any longer. I am different, darkness has soaked me up and I am