Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

The moment they stepped into the car, Blaze cupped Arabella’s face, pressing his lips to hers.

Taken by surprise, Arabella’s eyes widened. It took only a few seconds for her to respond to the kiss. She adjusted on the seat, her hands clutching Blaze’s shirt, kissing him back with fervor.

“Shit, Bella,” Blaze groaned into the kiss as her hands slipped into his shirt, caressing his chest. The feel of her warm palms on his skin almost sent him over the edge, and his arousal awakened.

Releasing her lips to stare at her, he asked, “Do we do it in here?” His brows furrowed as he saw a faint blush on her cheeks.

She gazed around, then nodded.

“If it’ll make you uncomfortable, I don’t mind waiting until we get a proper…”

“It’s fine, Blaze,” She said. “You don’t really need permission to fuck me.”

“Fuck you?” Blaze raised a brow, smirking at her. “Since when did you start talking like that?”

“Since I met you,” She muttered. “Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to take me and make me a good girl because I’ve been naughty and disobedient.”

“Arabella,” Blaze groaned as she licked her lower lip slowly.

“What?” She asked innocently, slipping out of his sweatshirt. “Don’t you like it when I talk like this?”

“I do,” Blaze murmured. “Hearing you talk like that makes me want to lose myself in you so fast, but I need to be gentle with you.”

Blaze watched as she slipped out of her dress. She was wearing a camisole and denim shorts. Somehow, he was glad she had worn extra clothing under her dress because he couldn’t imagine her coming out with just panties and a bra. Blaze noticed the changes in her body.

He looked even healthier; her breasts appeared fuller, and there was a tiny bump, or maybe he was imagining it. But Arabella had all the glow of a pregnant woman. He was worried and wanted to ask her questions, but he knew that he would have to wait.

He wanted her to confide in him rather than forcing it out of her.

“What are you staring at?” Arabella said, shielding herself from him. She was suddenly shy.

Although he didn’t look at her inappropriately, the way he continued to gaze at her as if he was trying to determine something made her uncomfortable.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I might leave,” she said, swatting her hand in front of his face.

“You’re exquisite, Bella, and I wish I knew you sooner,” Blaze murmured.

He pushed back the car’s seat to allow space for her to come to him, and she straddled him.

“I know you’ll be leaving soon, and I want to remember this,” she said, going in to take his lips in another kiss. This time, instead of kissing in a frenzy, it started out slow and sweet.

The kiss held so much more meaning this time. They kissed slowly, deeply. His tongue moved around hers, and they breathed in sync.

The kiss turned deeper and more passionate. It became a need, a necessity. It was the air that he breathed and the blood in his veins. He couldn’t stop and didn’t want to.

As the kiss deepened, Blaze’s hands traveled up Arabella’s thighs, feeling the silky softness of her skin under his fingers.

He groaned. Fuck, she was so perfect.

His hands went under her camisole, pulling it up and over her head. He looked at her for a moment before kissing her again, moving his kisses from her mouth to her cheek, down her jaw, and to her neck. He found her pulse point and sucked on it gently, not wanting to leave a mark.

Blaze’s hands came up her back and deftly undid her bra, letting it fall to the seat. He pushed her further into the seat and crawled on top of her, taking a breast in his mouth and sucking hard on it, eliciting a moan from her.

He continued his ministrations, moving to the other breast, sucking and biting on her nipple.

“Blaze,” she moaned.

“Cole,” Blaze murmured. “I need to hear my name.” He took the nipple between his teeth and bit gently, causing her back to arch.

“Cole,” Arabella whimpered, pulling at his hair, bringing his lips to hers, and kissing him fervently.

Blaze’s hands ran down her body, stopping at her panties. He slid his fingers along the waistband, teasing her.

She was soaking wet, the heat radiating from her center.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“Please,” Arabella begged.

He smiled against her lips, finally pulling her panties down.

His lips were everywhere.

On her neck, her chest, her stomach, and her thighs.

“Please fuck me,” Arabella begged, writhing underneath him.

“Not yet,” Blaze whispered. He pushed the seat further back so he could access her body more.

His hands traveled up her hoisted legs, stopping at her pussy; he gently parted her pussy lips and licked her.

“Oh my fucking god!” Arabella cried out, her hand flying to his hair, pushing him further into her.

He licked up and down her slit, swirling his tongue around her clit. He sucked and licked, tasting her. She tasted like heaven, like pure, unfiltered fucking bliss.

He could die happily now, Blaze mused. He didn’t care if Sandro caught him at this instant.

He would happily take a bullet in his head.

“Please, I need you.” Arabella whimpered.

“You’ll get me,” He said, his voice husky with desire. “You have me for the night.” He promised.

Blaze’s finger slid into her, and she moaned. He moved it slowly, curling it upwards. He felt her walls contract around his finger.

He added another and started pumping them harder and faster.

He could feel her body start to tense up, her walls tightening.

Arabella writhed beneath him, her legs shaking.

Her orgasm was close; he could feel it. Blaze sucked on her clit, and Arabella screamed out his name as her orgasm overtook her.

He continued sucking and licking, riding her out through her orgasm.

When Arabella’s body stopped shaking, he pulled away.

Swiftly, he took off his shirt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down along with his boxers.

Blaze gripped her thigh, his dick at her entrance.

His eyes locked on hers, and slowly, he slowly entered her, hissing. “Shit, you’re tight.”

“It’s been a while,” Arabella said.

“Are you okay?” His brows creased.

“Yeah, just give me a second to adjust,” Arabella said, shifting into a more comfortable position.

He waited a few seconds before she nodded, “I’m fine; you can move.”

“Okay, you might need to brace yourself for this,” Blaze said, and Arabella’s grip tightened on his wrists as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her.

“Oh fuck!” Arabella gritted her teeth.

He repeated this action, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her.

Blaze groaned; her walls were gripping his dick like a vice. He continued his actions, setting a steady pace.

Arabella’s legs wrapped around his waist, giving him better access.

He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it.

“Blaze,” She whimpered, “Harder.”

Blaze groaned, increasing the pace, going harder and faster.

Arabella’s body trembled, her walls clenched around his dick.

Blaze felt her orgasm took over her, her walls squeezing him. He continued fucking her through her orgasm.

When her body was no longer trembling, he pulled out of her, flipped her over the car seat, and pushed her head down so that her ass was in the air.

He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Arabella cried out in pleasure as he fucked her hard.

He reached a hand around her and placed his fingers on her clit, rubbing it furiously.

“Oh, Cole,” She moaned loudly, her hands clenched.

Her walls squeezed him tighter and tighter as he kept going. Blaze knew that she was going to come soon.

And then she did, “Cole!” She cried out his name as she came.

But Blaze wasn’t done yet. His movements were erratic; he was so close.

His grip on Arabella’s hips tightened, his nails digging into her flesh.

His movements slowed, and his breath hitched.

“Fuck!” He growled as his orgasm ripped through him, making him see stars.

He fell on top of her, careful not to exert all his weight before pulling her into his arms, holding her close.

He was sweaty and tired, but he didn’t care.

All he cared about was her.

He didn’t know how long they lay there; it could have been hours or just minutes.

But it didn’t matter.

Because she was his, and he was hers. He could face any other things when he got back to the De Luca Villa. At the moment, He cared only about Arabella.