New York City, New York


    Mancini Mafia


    GIULIA


    Knowing Raff will be arriving tonight, I don’t even try to sleep. I didn’t take a nap like he suggested either.


    Infuriating man.


    I don’t understand why he’s dropping everything toe to New York. Neri and I will be back in Las Vegas Sunday night.


    Raff must know that Severu will never allow anything to happen to his sister or nephew.


    I didn’t tell our son that his papà wasing to New York. If I had, we would have never gotten Neri to sleep tonight. He’ll see Raff in the morning and be thrilled at the surprise.


    Waiting in the living area on the floor for extended family in my family’s building, I answer emails and messages rted to the uing charity g. Raff texted forty-five minutes ago to say the jet hadnded and he was on his way. He should be here any minute.


    I’m nervous. I don’t know why.


    Something just feels different between us. I wish I knew what.


    The elevator dings and my heart speeds up.


    Dropping my phone on the asional table near the sofa, I surge to my feet.


    The doors open and my husband is there. Wearing his usual tailored suit, but no tie, he exudes power. He already carries himself like the don he will one day be.


    His dark hair and handsome face are so familiar and necessary, I feel an ache of both longing and recognition in my chest.


    The moment his grey eyes alight on me, they go molten. He crosses the space between us in two long strides and pulls me into his arms, his mouthing down on mine in a ferocious, iming kiss.


    Melting into his body, I kiss him back for all I am worth.


    The sound of his bodyguards walking past to drop off his luggage in our room, barely registers. Except to make me aware that other people are seeing us kiss like sex starved teenagers.


    Or a married couple deprived of each other’spany for ten long days.


    Only, Raff is not usually big on PDA.


    Cupping my bottom, he lifts me against him and I let my shoes drop to the floor beforetching my legs around his torso. We start moving but I don’t take my mouth away from his.


    The door to our room mming behind us breaks into my sensual haze and I finally separate my lips from his.


    Gone is the controlled, urbane man I married. In his ce is a ravenous beast whose gaze sears me.


    ‘Raff.’ His namees out on a puff of air as want courses through me.


    He lets me slide down his body but keeps me close. ‘Amate.’


    Beloved. There is that word again.


    He unzips my dress and tugs it down my shoulders. The floral crepe de chine slips from my body and pools around my feet on the carpet.


    I shove his jacket off of him and start working on the buttons of his shirt with fervent fingers. Raff unsps my bra and manages to remove it with minimal interruption to my efforts.


    Big, warm hands cup my breasts and squeeze. Pressing forward for more, I shudder with desire. A feral soundes from deep in my husband’s chest sending wetness gushing from my core.


    Reaching down he rubs my folds through the silk of my panties. ‘So wet, wife.’


    ‘You make me that way.’


    ‘Only me. No one else,’ he growls.


    I don’t know where this caveman moment ising from, but I lean forward and kiss his naked chest, biting just hard enough to leave a red mark. ‘Only you, Raff.’


    His trousers are in the way. He helps me get them off, our hands working in urgent tandem until he stands there gloriously naked. His big, muscled body gives off pheromones that have my vagina clenching and my heart racing.


    sping his big shaft, he runs his hand up and down the length. ‘You make me so damn hard.’


    Precum weeps from the tip and I want to taste it. I drop to my knees and do just that, reveling in the familiar vor. The essence of my husband.


    Knocking his hand away, I curve my fingers around his velvet covered hardness. This is mine. I’ve got my own primitive responses going on inside me.


    My fingertips do not touch. They never do, unless he’s soft. And he almost never is when we are naked together.


    Our gazes lock and I open my mouth to take more of his sex in. Ive my tongue back and forth on the underside of his penis and suck until my cheeks hollow out.


    ‘Fuck, I’ve missed you,’ he growls.


    I pull my head back and my mouthes off of him with a pop. ‘Me, or this?’ I tease. And then take him back into my salivating mouth.


    His taste is addictive.


    ‘It is all one package, amate. I’m fucking addicted to your body, but when you are gone, I miss everything about you.’


    The words settle into my heart like seeds that instantly bloom into something more.


    I grab his butt and pull him toward me, taking him to the back of my throat and swallowing. It took me a long time to be able to do this without gagging, but we both love it.


    He pulls back, allowing me to breathe before surging forward until his pelvis presses against my lips and his balls brush my chin.


    ‘You are so perfect, amate.’


    I need to breathe, but I don’t shift away from him.


    He draws his hips back though, allowing me to suck in air through my nose. ‘I miss your spitfire personality.’


    I would smile, but my mouth is stretched too wide.


    ‘I miss the sound of your voice.’ He surges forward again, dominating my throat.


    Humming with approval, I draw another deep groan from my husband.


    ‘I miss the sound of you breathing in the bed next to me.’ His voice is hoarse, heavy with passion.


    I swallow over and over, bringing him to the brink.


    But he jerks back again, allowing me to take another breath.


    ‘Look at me, wife.’


    I shift my eyes up, his molten gaze, filled with emotion I don’t dare name, trapping them. ‘I miss the way you smile and how it lights up your gorgeous eyes.’


    This time when he thrusts into my mouth, he shouts and hot, salty liquid shoots down my throat. I suck and lick him as he draws back, cleaning his still hard sex.


    He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. ‘Your turn.’


    My panties, the only piece of clothing I still have on, fly over his shoulder after he tears them from my body.


    I expect him to push my legs apart and assuage the growing ache in mydy bits, but he brings his body over mine, holding himself up on his arms. His lips find mine, but the kiss is tender. Passionate.


    ‘I miss yourugh when Neri does something to amuse you.’ He kisses down my neck, suckling up a love bite that will be a bruise tomorrow.


    I shiver in reaction.


    Raff moves down my body, kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping at my heated, sensitized skin. He suckles each nipple until I’m begging for more and then he bites down gently with his teeth.


    I scream and my body convulses with a mini orgasm but Raff is not done with me.


    He keeps traveling down my torso, tormenting me with his mouth. And the words he’s saying.


    They are too much.


    ‘I miss holding you at night and waking with you wrapped around my body in the morning.’ Finally, he presses my legs apart and pushes my legs up so my knees are bent.


    I know what ising next and I don’t know what I want more. His mouth on my clit or the words he’s using to seduce my heart along with my body.


    ‘I miss this pink little pussy.’ He inhales. ‘Your scent.’ He licks me from my bottom to my clit, slurping my juices from my folds. ‘Your taste.’


    He doesn’t speak again for long minutes while his mouth and fingers drive me to first one and then another climax. I try to shift away as he continues to nibble and suck on my overused clitoris.


    Strong fingers lock down my thighs like manacles and Raff continues to pleasure me until my body explodes again in a cataclysm of pleasure. I am wracked with sobs of ecstasy and an overload of emotion.


    In a single powerful move, Raffes up my body and he settles on top of me, his penis pressing against my opening.


    He cups my face. ‘You are alright, cara.’


    Tears still streaking down my cheeks, I nod. I am beyond alright. I feel reborn in pleasure and love and it terrifies me.


    He ims my body with a single,manding thrust, forcing swollen tissues to give until his pelvic bone presses against my clit.


    I moan, my tears drying up. In this moment we are connected body-to-body, soul-to-soul and heart-to-heart.


    His expression is so fierce it could be either love, or hate. ‘I miss your stubborn determination and your cranky reaction to be woken up too early.’


    I reach up and cup his face. ‘Raff.’


    His name is love to me.


    He turns to kiss first one of my palms and then the other. ‘I miss every single fucking thing about you when you are gone. You take it all away when you leave.’


    ‘Then maybe you shoulde with me,’ I practically yell.


    He starts pounding into me. ‘Maybe I should and maybe you shouldn’t spend so much time in New York.’ He’s not yelling, but his tone is just as forceful.


    I cry out as he hits my cervix and I feel near painful pleasure coiling tight in my belly again.


    ‘I…’ There is no more room for words between us.


    Arching up, I meet Raff, thrust for thrust until every muscle in my body mps down in otherworldly ecstasy and I scream his name. He shoves deep inside and goes rigid. His shout is so loud it makes my ears ring.


    We stay like that for long seconds, the warm wetness of ourbined spend leaking out from my core around him.


    I reach up to kiss him and he meets me halfway, driving my head back into the mattress as he owns my mouth and lets me im his.


    Eventually, the fierce kisses turn gentle and our hands roam over each other in soft caresses. When our breathing has returned to something like normal, my husband pulls out of me and scoops me up from the bed.


    ‘No,’ I say.


    ‘No what?’


    ‘No shower. I like smelling like us together. I’ll shower in the morning.’


    He is already moving so he can pull the duvet back on the bed. ‘I know.’