Love Jason

Chapter 35

Emily's POV

Relief washed over me as the door creaked open, and Marco stepped into the room. My heart leapt with hope, knowing he was back. His presence alone eased the tension that had gripped me in his absence.

"Marco, you're back," I exclaimed, relief flooding through me as he approached.

"I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly earlier. There was an urgent matter I needed to attend to," he explained, his expression apologetic.

"It's okay. I understand," I reassured him, grateful that he was back and safe.

As Marco settled back into the bed, I knew that it was finally time to share my secret with him. Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath and prepared myself to tell him about my little connection to Jason.

Feeling Marco's lips press against mine in such a possessive manner, I couldn't help but be swept away by the intensity of his kiss. It was as if he was trying to convey something to me, something powerful and undeniable.

Easing into his embrace, I melted against him, allowing myself to get lost in the moment.

Marco's lips left mine, trailing down to my neck with the same possessiveness, igniting a fire within me with each tender touch.

"I want you," he whispered against my skin, his words sending shivers down my spine as his hands explored my body with a gentle urgency.

At that moment, all of my worries and doubts melted away, replaced by a consuming desire for Marco and the love we shared.

"I want you," he whispered again, his voice a low, smouldering rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

Marco's words hung in the air, charged with a magnetic intensity that drew me closer, igniting a wildfire of longing within me.

"Take me," I breathed, my response a fervent plea, barely escaping my lips. With his words, desire surged through me like a tidal wave.

In a swift movement, he shed my clothes, each piece falling away like barriers to our desire, exposing the raw vulnerability beneath. With every inch of skin revealed, his lips followed, a trail of fire igniting my senses as he worshipped every curve, and every contour of my body with his tender kisses. Each touch was a promise, a testament to the passion burning between us, as we surrendered to the intoxicating dance of longing and pleasure.

With anticipation his devilish grin sent shivers down my spine. His eyes gleamed with desire, reflecting the intensity of his passion as he rid himself of the last remaining article of clothing.

He claimed me without restraint, a primal urge seizing control, igniting a fiery desire that consumed us both. In that timeless moment, there were no words, no thoughts, only the raw, unbridled passion that surged between us like a raging inferno. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, driven by an insatiable hunger for one another, lost in the intoxicating frenzy of our shared longing. With each touch, each breathless gasp, we surrendered to the ecstasy of our connection, transcending the boundaries of time and space as we became one in the searing heat of our desire.

With each powerful thrust, he pulled me deeper into a world of desire and passion, where nothing else mattered but the intoxicating connection between us. At that moment, it was just him and me, lost in the heat of our shared longing.

I clung to him desperately, my fingers digging into his back as if holding onto him for dear life, lost in the ecstasy of our union. My cries of pleasure echoed into the heavens, a symphony of longing and ecstasy.

As I screamed his name, a plea for him to never stop, Marco's smirk only fueled the flames of desire burning between us. With another searing kiss, he continued to move with relentless passion, each motion driving us closer to the edge of oblivion.

"I am yours," I whispered breathlessly, my plea a fervent declaration of surrender to him, urging him to push us both further into the depths of ecstasy.

Delving deeper into the depths of our shared desire. the intensity was overwhelming, driving me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

My body shivered in a primal response, my fingers clawing into the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed over me relentlessly. With each climax, I surrendered myself completely to the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation, lost in the rapture of our union.

Exhaling heavily, Marco's pressed a soft kiss to my lips before gently rolling off me.

He held me tightly in his arms, but his gaze remained fixed on mine, unyielding and intense. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation mixed with curiosity as I wondered what thoughts were swirling in his mind.

"What's on your mind?" I asked softly, breaking the silence between us.

"I will arrange for someone to take you back to the Russo's mansion," he said, his words catching me off guard, shattering the perfect mood we had shared.

I rolled off the bed, hastily dressing myself as a whirlwind of uncertainty churned within me. Pacing the room, I struggled to find the words to convey to Marco that I couldn't return.

"My Love, what is going on?" Marco's voice halted my restless movement, his concern evident in the gentle touch of his hand on my arm.

As Marco's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, I turned to face him, my heart heavy with the weight of the truth I needed to share.

"I... I can't go back," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper as I met his concerned gaze.

Marco's brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes searching mine for answers. "What do you mean, my love? Why can't you go back?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to gather my thoughts, knowing that I needed to explain myself clearly to Marco.

"I can't go back to the Russo mansion. It's not safe for me there anymore," I explained, my voice trembling with emotion. "They suspect me. They know I've been feeding you information. I can't go back there. I don't want to end up dead, please. That family, especially Jason Russo, is dangerous," I pleaded, the weight of fear and uncertainty heavy in my words.

As my words hung in the air, I watched Marco's expression shift, but instead of concern, his face broke into laughter.

"Jason Russo could never suspect you. He wouldn't even entertain the thought when you look just like her," he explained between chuckles, leaving me utterly confused.

"Look like who?" I asked, puzzled by his cryptic statement.

"Don't worry about it. Just trust me, Jason Russo will not suspect you," Marco reassured me, though his vague response did little to ease my anxiety.

"But I overheard him and Lucas discussing it. I'm not going back to that house. We need to find another way to deal with him. I refuse to be another casualty," I insisted, the fear in my voice palpable.

"Okay, whatever you want, we will look for another way. Why don't you hug me? Everything will be just fine," Marco said, smiling reassuringly.

Relieved, I rushed into his arms, seeking solace in his embrace. His warmth enveloped me, soothing my fears and calming my racing heart.

But as I nestled against him, a sudden sharp pain shot through my neck, causing me to gasp in shock. Before I could comprehend what was happening, the darkness consumed me, swallowing me whole as I slipped into unconsciousness.