But I met a man who celebrates me.
It’s not just about the physical.
He challenges me to love myself for who I am. He's teaching me that love can be unconditional. And all of the imperfections that I thought made me less worthy are some of the very things he loves most about me.
My fingers are tangled in his hair as he saws his tongue up and down my slit. His stubble rubs against the inside of my thighs as he presses his mouth harder against my pussy, drinking his fill.
And when he looks up at me, the sight of him between my thighs almost makes me unravel.
"You're not allowed to come until I let you,piccola," he warns, looking up at me.
I lift my hips, needing more.
Instead of giving me what I need, he slows down. It's the second time he's taking me toward the edge only to deny me pleasure. He licks me leisurely, swirling his tongue over every hole.
I've never felt this exposed before.
Instead of shrinking, I feel my energy expanding to match his.
I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut when he sucks on my clit again. His lips feel so good on my flesh. He's a man who knows what he's doing, and it's turning my brain into mush.
When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is a red dot.
I turn still.
He picks up on the shift in my energy. He follows my line of sight to the high corner of the hall.
"There's a camera," I whisper.
“It appears so.”
"Do you think someone's watching the feed?"
"If it's a man, I want him dead," Dante growls. "I don't want anyone looking at my wife."
His possessiveness goes straight to my head. My clit starts to throb with need.
"Maybe it's okay for them to just watch," I whisper.
A look of understanding crosses his features.
"I almost forgot," he says. "You like that, don't you? You got so wet the last time you were being watched. You liked that the group of men couldn't take their eyes off your big, beautiful breasts as you came undone for me.”
I hold my breath. I feel like I can come just by listening to him say these filthy things to me.
"Fine," he says, moving back up my body. "I'll let them look. But if anyone ever so much as holds your hand, I'll slice their throat open."
"Would you really?" I ask.
"There isn't much I wouldn't do for you, little bird," he says. “You should know by now that you're all fucking mine."
"Yours," I say, my lips parting as he finally,finallypushes his cock against my entrance.
“Only my cock gets to have this tight little pussy wrapped around it,” he says. "I'm going to be your first and last fuck."
He pushes inside me, feeding me another inch of him. The veins in his neck and forehead are swollen against his skin, straining from the effort it's taking him not to slam home inside me.
"More," I whisper.
