Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 278 His Sweet Kisses

Adam’s hands roamed greedily over her sides, tracing every curve as if memorizing her body. Claire’s back arched off the mattress, a silent plea for more. Her fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer, her lips pressing against his with a fervent hunger as their kisses deepened, turning more desperate and insatiable.

His hand slipped under her pajama shirt, fingers finding her softness as he cupped her breast, kneading gently but with undeniable need. At the same time, his other hand gripped her bottom firmly, pulling her against him as he ground into her, the friction intensifying the heat between them.

“I want you, Adam,” Claire breathed, her voice trembling with desire, as he pulled back briefly, only to press wet, lingering kisses along her cheeks, her chin, and down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

Hearing her whispered demand made him pause for just a moment, his dark eyes meeting hers. How could he deny her when he’d been dying to hear her say those words? A smirk played on his lips as he leaned back in, determined to give her everything she wanted–and more.

precision, Adam slid her silk pajama shorts and panties off in one swift motion, while Claire pulled her pajama shirt over her head. In one fluid movement, Adam discarded his boxers and reached behind to

swift and controlled As Claire pulled her pajama shirt over her head, Adam swiftly removed his boxers. His fingers reached behind her with practiced ease, working quickly to unclasp

frenzied kiss. Their hands roamed freely, exploring and claiming every inch of one another as if this moment might be their last. Their ragged

one smooth motion. Claire gasped, her body arching to meet him as he slid into her slick heat effortlessly. She was already so aroused, so ready for him, that the connection felt as natural as breathing. Their movements became a rhythm, raw and urgent, as they

Claire moaned as he increased his pace, thrusting

you harder,” he groaned, his lips capturing her nipple, sucking harshly while his teeth flicked over it, eager to elicit another cry of his name from her sweet

out, overwhelmed by his relentless, unyielding movements. He was wild, driven by a need

and throwing them over

God!” Claire’s legs trembled as she whimpered beneath

she was on the edge, Adam’s hand slid between them, his fingers finding her sensitive clitoris, pinching it harder. Claire’s body reacted instantly, unraveling as she came, her muscles tightening around him, milking his length

of her

278 His Sweet