In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 95: Her Body Needs Him

Chapter 95: Her Body Needs Him

Isabella hadn't expected Emanuele to be so improper. She found herself getting increasingly weak under his advances. His actions continued without pause, and he simultaneously kissed her while running his hands over her body. From her chest, to her abdomen, and finally down below...

Isabella's nightgown had slipped off unnoticed, and her underwear was pushed aside by Emanuele. His fingers moved skillfully within her, and Emanuele began to whisper sensuous words.

"Isabella, you're so wet. Look at you, your body is much more honest than your stubborn mouth."

"Stop it, Emanuele," Isabella murmured, her body betraying her with its growing desire. She couldn't control her body's craving for more, and she found herself pushing into Emanuele's touch.

As the pleasure built within her, she felt like she was reaching heaven. But the humiliating words, coupled with the remains of her rational mind, made Isabella realize they couldn't continue.

Emanuele, however, didn't heed her plea. He became even rougher, more intense, and he continued to invade, rendering Isabella speechless and gasping for breath.

Finally, the waves of pleasure overcame her, and her body fell limp into Emanuele's arms.

Gasping for breath, Isabella lay in Emanuele's embrace. "Isabella, you're insatiable. You can't live without me." This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Emanuele nibbled her earlobe and whispered, "Look at how much you wanted me. Your body doesn't lie, Isabella."

"Asshole, I still hate you." Isabella panted, her face still lustful, but her eyes were full of hatred, and she stared at Emanuele as if they were enemies.

Even though, they've done this intimate thing so many times.

Still, Isabella felt that it had not brought them closer to each other.

Emanuele was not offended by Isabella's words, and pushed her down on the bed, his large body on top of Isabella's.

He pushed Isabella's legs to the sides, around his waist, and with one force, he crashed into Isabella.

"Oh, Isabella, see what I've done to you." Emanuele was rushing through Isabella's body.

Isabella was forced to bear the force of Emanuele, and the wave after wave of physical pleasure came upon her, leaving Isabella blank and unable to think.

Emanuele, on the other hand, reveled in the sensations. Her body seemed perfectly designed for his pleasure, warm and inviting. He held her close, penetrating deeper with every thrust. He felt like he was placing his soul on an altar made of her body. His body and blood ignited in the fervor of the moment.

Emanuele shifted through various positions, intensifying their connection. Isabella had lost count of the number of orgasms she'd experienced. Her body was exhausted, yet Emanuele showed no signs of slowing down.

Finally, Emanuele released inside Isabella.

He cradled her in his arms, kissed her rosy cheek, and playfully inquired, "Satisfied, my dear?"

"You're certainly skilled in bed," Isabella replied, still catching her breath. "Thanks for making me feel so comfortable."

Emanuele was left intrigued by her words. He playfully pinched her breast. "Good to hear. Next time, I'll be even more generous."

"Go wash up and get some sleep; you need to spend time with Grazia tomorrow," Emanuele playfully swatted Isabella's backside.

Isabella grumbled and stood up to walk towards the bathroom. Unexpectedly, Emanuele followed her. He filled the bathtub with water and bath foam, then sat down. With an inviting gesture, he beckoned Isabella to join him.

The bathtub was spacious enough for two people. After Isabella joined Emanuele, he held her close and she lay on top of him. In the bathtub filled with soapy bubbles, the two lay in silence.

It was their first time bathing together, and Isabella felt a bit awkward, but Emanuele's strong and muscular arms kept her still.

As Isabella relaxed, she realized it was quite beautiful, like floating in the clouds. It was warm, soothing, and carried the sweet scent of bath foam.

As they bathed, Isabella felt something hard pressing against her buttocks. She couldn't help but sigh. Emanuele was in the mood again.

In the next moment, he parted her legs and entered her.

They continued their passionate escapade deep into the night. Emanuele washed and dried Isabella's body, then led her to bed. Isabella was too exhausted to think any further, and for once, she didn't dream.

The following day, Isabella woke up to find Emanuele absent. He was always busy and seemed to have endless energy. She couldn't believe he'd gone to work after their late-night activities. It was past 9 am, and they'd only slept for about five hours.

Isabella couldn't help but worry for Emanuele's lack of sleep, even though he had killed so many people and was being pursued. He'd tied her to him and wouldn't let her leave the country. This devil deserved nothing but condemnation.

Yet, Isabella's inner turmoil revealed her true feelings. She couldn't help but care for Emanuele, even after all that had happened. Maybe she did like him, which was why she worried about him. Isabella sighed and rubbed her face. Continuing this relationship would eventually drive her insane.

Isabella got up, changed into casual attire, a short T-shirt and jeans, and headed downstairs. Grazia was already awake, lying on the couch, watching TV.

Although Grazia's face seemed calm while watching TV, Isabella knew her soul had left her body for a while. The television played Isabella's current favorite variety show.

Lilly said to Isabella, "I think this show might be suitable for Grazia."

The show was lively and humorous, at least giving Grazia a temporary escape from her sadness. Isabella thanked Lilly for keeping Grazia company while she was asleep.

"Not a problem. So, Isabella, what would you like for breakfast?"

"Egg toast and milk, please."

Lilly headed to the kitchen, and Isabella sat beside Grazia. Isabella noticed that her favorite male guest was on the show, and she wanted to recommend him to Grazia. But as soon as Grazia saw him on TV, she burst into tears.

"Isabella, don't you think this guest looks a lot like Andrew? So gentle, considerate, and kind to women. He's just like him, isn't he?" Grazia said, tears streaming down her face as she watched the man on the television.