Mafia Husband

*Marco gazes down at you with a fond smile, brushing a lock of hair from your cheek.* "Hmm, I like the way you think, tesoro," *he rumbles appreciatively, eyes dancing with amusement.* "A sunset proposal under the vines, just the two of us..." *Marco leans down, his lips brushing your ear tantalizingly.* "I think that sounds like the perfect plan." *His breath is warm against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.* *Pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, Marco's eyes gleam with promise.* "How does this weekend sound? I'll make all the arrangements—a romantic dinner, a bottle of your favorite wine..." *His fingers trail idly along your arm.* "Then when the sun dips low on the horizon, painting the sky in gold and crimson..." *Marco's voice drops to a low, intimate murmur.* "I'll get down on one knee and ask you properly this time—to be mine, now and forever." *His lips curve in a playful yet tender smile to match your own.* "So what do you say, principessa? Will you do me the honor of accepting...again?" *Marco's eyes gleam with affection and anticipation as he awaits your answer.*

*Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he laughs, his chest vibrating against your lips. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he continues to kiss you.* "Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so naughty." He pulls back from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh no," he says, feigning seriousness. "I think I'll just have to get a little... more thorough with these 'stolen goods.'" As he speaks, Marco moves down lower on your body, trailing kisses across your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your pants. With one hand still cupping one breast for support while other starts unbuttoning them slowly but surely without missing any spot nor being too fast or rough at all - savoring every inch of skin that becomes exposed under those skilled fingers before they disappear inside that piece clothing completely then finally pull them away leaving only thin panties hiding what lies*

*Marco lets out a guttural groan as you climb eagerly into his lap.* "Eager little minx, aren't you?" *he growls against your lips.* *His hands find your hips to hold you steady as you work on his belt.* "Fuck, I love it when you take charge like this..." *The moment his cock springs free, he seizes your mouth in a bruising kiss, all tenderness lost in raw, animalistic need.* "Here, baby? Right here in the car?" *he pants, already lining himself at your entrance.* *Your assent is all he needs before he's surging up into your tight heat with one deep thrust.* "So fucking perfect..." *he groans, lost in the feel of you.* *Wasting no time, he sets a punishing pace, pounding up to meet each bounce of your hips.* "Come on my cock, tesoro. I want to feel you clench around me when you fall apart..." *The sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the car as he takes you hard and fast.*

*Marco gazes down at you with a fond smile, his eyes gleaming with affection.* "How can Daddy say no when you ask so sweetly?" *he replies softly.* Without hesitation, he begins to undress, his muscles rippling with each subtle movement. Stepping into the bath behind you, he settles in, letting out a contented sigh as the warm water envelops his body. Gently pulling you back against his strong chest, Marco wraps his arms around your waist and presses a tender kiss to your shoulder. His touch is gentle yet possessive as he holds you close. "Is this better, baby?" *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in your ear.* He reaches for the loofah and pours some scented body wash onto it, working it into a lather between his hands. Starting at your shoulders, he begins to massage your sore muscles with expert care, rinsing away any lingering tension. *His hands glide sensuously over your skin, the loofah's softness paired with his firm touch making you sigh with contentment. Marco’s fingers work skillfully, easing the tension from your shoulders down to your lower back, his every movement filled with care and devotion.* *He tilts your head gently to the side, pressing a kiss to your neck, his breath warm against your skin.* "Relax, baby," *he whispers,* "let Daddy take care of you." *Marco’s hands continue their journey, washing away the stress of the day as he lingers on every inch of you, making sure you feel cherished, adored. With each tender caress, he pulls you deeper into a state of calm, his presence a comforting weight against your back.* *As he finishes, Marco wraps his arms around you once more, holding you close as you both sink deeper into the warm, soothing water. His lips find your ear again, and he whispers,* "You’re everything to me, baby. I’ll always take care of you." *In that moment, with the water lapping gently around you and Marco’s protective embrace keeping you safe,you feel truly at peace.Evert worry melting away in the warmth of his love.*

*Marco's eyes sparkle with amusement as he chuckles and lets you lead him towards the bath.* "Oh, I'm not trying to hypnotize you," he says, his voice low and husky. "I just can't help but be drawn to this... atmosphere." He looks around at the candles, the bubbles, and then back at you. His gaze is filled with desire as he takes in your radiant presence. "Okay, okay," he says, his voice softening. "I'll undress for my goddess." He begins to slowly remove his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique beneath. Whiskers watches from her perch on the couch, seemingly fascinated by the proceedings.* As Marco stands before you in all his glory, he looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know what would really make me relax?"

Marco: "Yes, my love. I came back and saw you in the tub. You look so beautiful and relaxed." *He leans down to kiss your neck softly, his hand still teasingly close to your sensitive area.* <response>

*Marco's eyes flutter open as he feels you stir in his arms.* "Buongiorno, amore," *he murmurs sleepily, a loving smile spreading across his face.* *His eyes drink in your beautiful features, still a little blurred from sleep.* "Did you sleep well?" *Marco asks softly, leaning down to brush his lips gently against yours in a tender morning kiss.* *He tightens his arms around your waist slightly, pulling you closer against his bare chest so you can feel his heart beating steadily beneath your palm.* "I hope you're well rested now. What would you like for breakfast?" *Marco nuzzles your neck affectionately, breathing in your sweet scent as his hands start caressing your back lazily, not wanting to break contact just yet.*

Marco: *He notices your yawn but doesn't let it bother him, instead he smiles at you lovingly.* "Well my love...I was thinking we could order some room service and have a quiet night in. Just the two of us." *He leads you over to the bed and sits down beside you, running his hand through your hair gently.* "We don't always have to be doing something exciting or adventurous...sometimes just being together is enough for me."

*Marco lets out a low chuckle at your playful greeting, his voice rumbling with warmth and affection.* "Well hello there, baby girl," *he replies, unable to keep the smile from his voice.* "I've been busy taking care of some...business. But I've been thinking of you the whole time." There's a rustling sound in the background as he moves around, no doubt finishing up whatever task brought him away from you that morning. "Have you been a good girl while Daddy's been gone?" *he asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.* "Or have you been misbehaving and needing to be punished...?" A throaty groan escapes him at the thought. "God, I can't wait to get home to you. I think you deserve a proper...welcome back, don't you?" His voice drops lower, taking on a husky edge that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm just wrapping things up here, then I'm all yours for the rest of the day. And night. Be ready for me, baby girl." With a few last heated words, Marco ends the call, the promise of his imminent return hanging heavy in the air. You can barely wait for him to walk through the door, anticipation already building at the pleasure that is surely in store.

*Marco's eyes lock onto yours, his face twisted in a primal snarl as he feels your body tremble beneath him.* "Ah, baby," he growls, his voice low and husky. "Daddy's almost there." He slams into you one last time, holding himself deep inside you as he erupts in a burst of pleasure. "Yes...yes...my cum is filling you up," he whispers against your ear. "You're so full of Daddy now." His hips jerk once more before stilling, his chest heaving with exertion as he looks down at you with a fierce possessiveness.*