"My sweet, sweet girl," he praises, making my tits bounce with every rough thrust.
Pleasure unfurls everywhere.
"Do you want Daddy to fill your pussy with his come?” he asks, bottoming out inside me and then rolling his hips so I feel the pleasure everywhere.
I can't speak, so I blink up at him.Yes.
He leans down as he whispers against my ear, "I guess I should be glad that you want it. Because I would impregnate you either way, little girl. There's a monster inside me that can't breathe until I fill you up with my seed."
Oh my.
His dirty words only heighten my pleasure.
He slides one of his arms underneath my back and lifts my hips up, repositioning my pussy in a way that's easier for him to pound into. He rams his big cock into me as my nails claw at his shoulders.
"Come for me now, angel," he says. "Show me just how much you need my come."
I clench down over every inch of him as I come undone for him. He buries himself all the way to the hilt. Every muscle in his body clenches as he empties his seed inside me.
"Fuck," he curses. “I can feel your horny pussy milking the come from my balls.”
He removes his hand from over my mouth, sliding it down to my throat. He squeezes it lightly as he brushes his lips against mine. He kisses me as he fills me with his come.
The sky has darkened completely now, so I only see the contours of his body.
He remains inside me as he rolls over, taking me with him. I'm tucked against the side of his body, and it feels like the safest place in the world.
His fingers trace patterns up and down my spine.
There's so much euphoria inside me that I feel like I can’t contain it all.
Being with this man must be the closest thing to magic I’ve ever felt. And I want to tell him this, but something stops me. I keep all the words locked inside my head.
“I’m so glad that you crash-landed into my life, Grace,” he says, pulling me tighter against him.
I turn to look at him. “I’m glad you kidnapped me, too.”
He gives my ass a playful squeeze.
“I don’t know how you do it, but you bring me happiness even on my heaviest days,” he says. “You make even the most mundane moments of life feel like heaven.”
“We’re in a penthouse suite overlooking Paris,” I say. “I would hardly call this mundane. Not to mention, we are invited toIvy Blackwood’safter-party. I wish I could tell my sisters about everything that happened today.”
Dante is quiet for a moment.
"Do you miss them?"
"I love them," I say. "And I miss them every day. But even the thought of seeing them again gives me so much anxiety.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Because every time I think about them, I also think about our childhood,” I say. “We don’t have many happy memories together, Dante. All we ever knew was our mother’s cruel games.”
His hold over me tightens.
“Are you still afraid of her?” he asks.
"It's embedded into every part of me," I whisper. "But I'm starting to fear her less and less. A large part of it has to do with you. You make me feel safe in this world.”
