Chapter 75 Intense Sex with Marco and the Fusion of Our Souls

Elena Garcia's POV:

Marco's hands explored every inch of my body, gently removing my clothes as he showered me with kisses.

My whole body was on fire because of him.

He gently took off my clothes, and when the fabric slipped off my shoulders, he saw the bruises on my skin. His eyes darkened with concern.

"Don't look at them, look at me." I cupped his face and kissed his sexy jawline.

His shirt was already off, showing off his well-toned muscles. A fresh pink scar on his chest looked pretty new.

I traced the scar with my fingers, feeling Marco shiver. He grabbed my hand, but I kissed the scar on his chest.

I asked, "When did you get this scar?"

Marco didn't answer, just let out a restrained breath.

I pressed, "Was it from that time on the beach?"

When Marco didn't deny it, I knew I was right. I kissed the scar again, feeling guilty and sad.

Even though I had apologized to Marco afterward, it never felt like enough. I knew there was danger, but I never thought Marco would get hurt, even after everything.

Marco sensed my sadness and, echoing my own words, said, "Don't look at it, Elena, look at me."

He kissed the tip of my nose, then my lips, comforting me.

I felt Marco's hands caressing my body. He used his hands to part my thighs, then touched my vulva along the inner thigh.

He patiently stroked my labia, his rough fingers brushing over my clitoris, all the while watching my expression closely, ready to stop at the slightest sign of discomfort.

I saw his forehead, a thin layer of sweat from holding back his desire.

I called out softly, "Marco."

I was frustrated by his excessive consideration of my feelings, so I deliberately rubbed my knee against his penis. l looked at him provocatively, saying, "If it wasn't always hard, I'd think you were a platonic asexual."

My provocation worked wonders. Marco laughed, squinting his eyes, looking dangerously sexy as he said, "I wanted to be gentle with you, Elena. But since that's the case, I think you'll like this?"

He lifted me, letting my upper body lean against the headboard, then placed a pillow under my waist. He kissed his way from my chest down to my abdomen, eventually reaching my vulva.

Feeling his hot breath and a soft object brushing over my clitoris, I couldn't help but let out a scream. "Marco, wait!"

"Too late, you provoked me first, Elena." Marco ignored my flushed face, licking my clitoris with his tongue, then gently nibbling it with his teeth as I moaned.

I felt a tickling sensation, a subtle pain, but mostly pleasure.

I was going crazy from his teasing, arching my back and closing my legs, trying to escape.

But Marco's hands stopped me, his grip firm and unbreakable like steel.

Marco said vaguely while continuing his movements, "Relax, I want you to enjoy this."

I couldn't push him away, gripping the bedpost tightly, letting him tease my vulva. Marco's tongue was incredibly soft as he enveloped my clitoris, almost as if he wanted to devour it. My waist and thighs felt weak, and a warm sensation spread through my lower abdomen, building up to the point where it felt like a wave of fluids was about to overflow. I realized I was close to climaxing, but Marco didn't stop. Instead, he did something even more intense, his tongue probing my vagina, trying to insert it.

It was intensely stimulating and pleasurable, both physically and mentally. So I climaxed almost instantly. After climaxing, I panted and then tried to push Marco's head away.

But Marco held my hips, preventing my arms from reaching him. I lay on the bed, feeling like I was flying, my upper body still on the bed, but my lower body lifted high.

Marco's tongue withdrew, licking my clitoris again, while his fingers entered my vagina, exploring.

"Stop! Marco!"

Marco teased, "Stop now? But Elena, your body doesn't seem like it wants to stop."

His fingers were thick, mimicking the thrusting motion of a penis, searching for the most sensitive spot inside me.

I buried my head in the pillow, trying to muffle my moans, but I couldn't. My breasts trembled in the air, nipples erect from pleasure, but Marco wasn't touching them.

Eventually, my hands moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples, imagining Marco was the one touching them.

When Marco's fingers found the most sensitive spot, I screamed.

Panting like I'd just run a marathon, Marco noticed from my reaction that he had found the right spot. He lifted his head, no longer teasing my clitoris.

Seeing my hands on my breasts, he chuckled, "Looks like I've neglected them, sorry."

Marco's kisses moved upward until he took my nipple into his mouth, taking care of my breasts.

My breasts felt warm and wet, my nipples dancing with Marco's tongue.

A hot, hard dick pressed against my entrance.

"Elena?" Marco looked up at me, asking again, even though I knew how wicked he could be.

"Stop stalling." I pretended to be fierce, wrapping my legs around his strong waist and pulling his head down to kiss me.

I sucked on his tongue, his hands still kneading my breasts, while his penis slowly entered me.

The sensation was mesmerizing, our bodies entwined, as if our souls were intertwined too.

My moans became unrestrained; with Marco, I didn't need to hold back.

Marco thrust into me forcefully, his abdominal muscles tensing, more seductive than any male model.

I called out his name loudly as he gazed at me, leaving marks on my chest.

As I climaxed, my pleasure-filled brain heard his restrained, magnetic voice, "Elena, I love you."

Our lovemaking was wild and impulsive. We lost track of time, kissing and touching each other repeatedly, unwilling to part; even as we grew tired, we held each other tightly. After making love, we still didn't let go and ended up in the bathtub together.

Hanna knocked on the door, telling us we had to leave the room. "Mr. Francesco Bianchi  wanted to bid farewell before leaving, but I think he got the timing wrong."

Hanna's words made me blush. She stared at my chest, glaring at Marco. "I hope you noticed Ms. Garcia's shoulders. Look at the marks you left. She won't be able to wear low-cut tops for a few days, it's too much."

"Why?" Marco pretended not to understand.

I secretly pinched his waist, stopping him from speaking.

I remarked, "I'll just say I got bitten by mosquitoes if anyone asks."

Marco said with a hint of a smile, "But there aren't any mosquitoes this season, dear. Can't you just admit they're hickeys?"

"These crazy hickeys would definitely scare others." Hanna found me a turtleneck sweater.

Marco became relaxed and casual, now looking more like a vibrant young man rather than a deep and dangerous mafia member.

Marco joked, "You should see my back, Hanna, then you'll understand who's crazier."

His back still bore my scratch marks.

I discreetly stepped on his foot, and Marco playfully let out a cry of pain.

We went to the hall, where Francesco was already dressed in his coat, ready to leave. Seeing us, he gave a knowing smile. "Wow, that took a while."

Blushing, I greeted Francesco, watching him call Marco aside.

I guessed he had something to tell Marco privately, and I wasn't meant to be there, but I still caught some fragments of their conversation.

Francesco stated, "Marco, your deep affection surprises me. Elena is a beautiful girl, and I have no objection to your infatuation with her. With Albert serving the Bianchi family, your relationship with his sister helps family unity. But, I might need to remind you. I don't think Elena has any Italian blood."