“God, you feel amazing,” I groaned, my hips snapping forward. “Sofuckinggood.”
“Touch me,” he begged. “Please, I need?—”
I reached around, wrapping my hand around his cock. He was rock hard, leaking, and the moment I touched him he cried out. I stroked him in time with my thrusts, feeling him clench around me with each movement.
“I’m close,” he gasped. “Fuck, Nick, I’m?—”
“Cum for me,” I growled, surprising myself with the command.
I felt him shudder around me, his whole body going rigid as he came with a broken cry of my name. The feeling of himpulsing in my hand and his ass clenching tight around my cock, pushed me over the edge. I buried myself as deep as I could go and let go, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I lost all track of time and space.
I came harder than I ever had in my life, spilling inside him while his name fell from my lips like a prayer. My vision went white at the edges, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
When I finally came back to myself, I was collapsed against his back, both of us breathing hard. I was still inside him, and I could feel the aftershocks running through both our bodies.
“Fuck,” I breathed against his shoulder.
“Not bad for your first time,” he said, his voice wrecked with bliss. “Not bad at all.”
I started to pull out, wincing at the sensitivity. But Dante reached back and grabbed my hips, holding me in place.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “Just… Just stay here for a bit. I like the feeling.” He winced again as I slid back in, his breathing shallow.
“Your ribs,” I said, suddenly worried. “Did I hurt you?”
“Worth it,” he said as he laced his fingers through mine, holding me tight against him. “So fucking worth it.”
I settled against his back, careful of his injuries, my forehead resting against his shoulder. His tightened its grip on mine, holding me close, and I felt something shift inside me. Something fundamental and terrifying.
I’d just fucked another man. More than that, I’d fucked my husband. And instead of feeling confused or ashamed, I felt… content. Like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.
“Nick?” Dante’s voice was quiet in the darkness.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. For trusting me enough to do that.”
I lifted my head to look at him, seeing vulnerability written all over his face. This powerful mobster who’d bought me, who’dthrown himself in front of danger for me, who’d been saving lives behind his father’s back—he was thanking me.
“I think I’m the one who should be thanking you,” I said. “For being patient with me. For showing me that this could be...good.”
“Good?” He raised an eyebrow, a cocky grin starting to form. “Justgood?”
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.” He pulled me in tighter, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. “Waytoo late.”
Chapter 18
Dante
“If you think I’m gonna stay in this bed for one more goddamn second, you have another thing coming,” I growled, pushing my way toward the door.
But Nick grabbed my hand, holding me back. “It’s only been three weeks since the accident, Dante,” he said, his voice firm, but still concerned. “You need to rest.”
I whirled on him, pointing a finger threateningly at his chest. “Do you know what it’s like being confined to a bed for three weeks? It’sterrible!There’s nothing to do, nothing to see, and nothing on the whole internet that’s worth looking at.”
Nick just stood there, a stubborn hand on his hip. “You seemed like you were enjoying being in bed to me,” he grinned. “Especially last night.”
