Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Sensing my urgency, Zander pulled away slightly, allowing me enough space to yank his shirt over his head and fling it haphazardly across the room. Our lips met once more, the kiss now imbued with an even greater urgency, a hunger that threatened to consume us both. The barriers were breaking down, not just the fabric of our clothes, but the walls of restraint that had held us back. With an almost impatient fervor, he tore my dress into two pieces, his eagerness undeniable.

Chapter 534 The Line Between Dream And Reality!

His touch was electric, sending a jolt of sensation through me as his hand found my breast, grabbing it possessively. His fingers played with my nipples, twisting and pinching mercilessly. As his lips left mine, a trail of fervent kisses descended down my neck, each one drawing forth a gasp of pleasure from my lips. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped me when he focused his attention on my marking spot, sucking on it with a delicious intensity that ignited a fire within.

A craving, a need that had long simmered beneath the surface, finally found its voice in me.

"I want you, Zander," the words tumbled out, my desire dripping from each syllable. His urgency matched mine as he swiftly tore away my panties. In tandem, I worked on his sweatpants, my fingers finding purchase on the fabric and tugging them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. The discarded garments were forgotten on the floor as he moved closer, his body pressing against mine, the hard dick of him nestled between my thighs, a maddening tease against my wet pussy.

"Fuck!" A growl of frustration, laced with desire, reverberated from his throat. His eyes squeezed shut briefly as if battling the force of his own longing.

Abruptly, his eyes met mine, and the urgency was replaced by a hint of frustration.

"I don't have a condom," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. My eyebrow shot up in surprise, a mix of shock and disbelief coloring my expression.

"What? You used to have unprotected sex," the words tumbled from my lips, my tone laced with incredulity.

He frowned, his features hardening with annoyance.

"I hadn't had sex since we were separated," he asserted firmly, a quiet confidence underlining his words. The confidence of his!

forth as I pushed him away, but he remained steadfast, unmoved by my

am not a liar, Selena," his voice resonated with authority, his Alpha tone cutting through

couldn't let his words sway me, not after the wounds of betrayal that still lingered from our

retorted, the bitterness of his infidelity still fresh in my

I admitted, my gaze unflinching as it locked

tales is a specialty of yours," he scoffed, his tone tinged with

shaking with a mixture of accusation and vulnerability. My Hips trembled as the painful memories of those lost pregnancies resurfaced like a storm

my

thought

you becoming pregnant and losing another child because watching you grieve over our unborn

his

pain he had

rush of surprise sweeping through me like an unexpected gust of wind. I stared at him, my astonishment evident, as if

was utterly helpless,

heir, I found myself praying to the moon Goddess day and night, begging for just one child. A single

heart-wrenching cycle," he

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voice heavy with the