“Gods, Dante, I need…”Everything. I needed everything from this male.
“I’ve got you, Emberline, just hang on…Fuck, you taste so good.” He licked a hot trail up through me, swirling his wicked tongue around that hardened little nub until I was bucking against his mouth and begging for more.
Too much. This was too much pressure, and I was going to…
Every muscle clenched tight, release flooding through me in a wash of heat and pressure that annihilated every thought, turning me into a blank canvas of shuddering, quaking bones.
Dante never stopped licking as I unraveled, spinning my release out longer and longer as if he knew my body better than I did. Only when I was gloriously limp, my mind empty, the last of my aftershocks ebbed away, did he crawl back up and peer into my eyes.
“You are the most amazing creature I have ever known,” he said, looking a little dazed, as though he was the one who’d just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life. But he hadn’t; his cock lay hard and ready against my thigh.
“You’re really good at that.” I reached between us and stroked his rigid length, hot, velvety skin sliding between my fingers, the deep, dark scent of him making my pulse jump. “But now it’s my turn,marito mio.” This time, I meant the endearment, savoring the way his expression softened into something I wanted to hold on to forever.
“Lie back,” I urged, flattening my palms on his chest and pushing him down. “I’ve never had a chance to really… look at you.”
After a pause, he obeyed, stretching out beside me,filling up the entire mattress as I bit my bottom lip. He was unexplored territory, a magnificent work of art, all hard muscle, old scars, and primitive tattoos I traced with my finger.
Wondering.
“These are beautiful.” I bent closer and kissed one of them, a spark of static igniting the second my lips touched his skin. “Like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” I paused at the flicker of fiery energy that seeped from those dark markings, each of them covering up long, thick scars and puckered skin, my heart skipping as I realized just how deep some of those marks went.
“Pagan symbols,” was all he said, eyes fixed on me. “From a fellow prisoner in The Fossa. A long time ago.”
“Hmm.” I skimmed my hand down his flat, muscled stomach, following that line of dark hair I’d first seen on our wedding night and fantasized about ever since. He was so hard, the skin on the head of his cock shone, a drop of moisture gathered at the slit before I leaned down and licked it off.
The sound Dante made…gods, yes, I wanted to hear that sound again.
I closed my mouth around the end and swirled my tongue around the crown, gathering up another taste of salt, of smoke and leather, as another one of those hissing groans exploded out of his mouth.
I couldn’t begin to fit all of him in my mouth, but I took all I could, sliding my lips up and down, one hand wrapped around the base, his hips jerking until I gripped his hipbone and pressed down, silently ordering him to be still. Powerful fingers threaded through my hair before he gathered a fist of curls, his body strung out into a tight, shuddering line of tense muscle and need.
Finally, he pulled me away with a guttural, “That’s enough,” and pressed me face-first into the pillows, banding his arm beneath my hips to keep me on my knees, thick thigh shoving between my legs to push them apart before he dragged his cock through my pussy.
“Ready?” he rasped.
I’d barely gotten out my shakyyeswhen he shunted his hips forward and drove in deep, both of us groaning at the exquisite stretch of him entering me before he went still, his harsh breaths pouring across my back.
“Fuck, Emberline. Just…”
“More,” I whimpered into the pillows, fingers digging into the mattress, pushing back against him. I wanted him to ruin me. I wanted him to stamp this darkness out of my soul and fill me with light and heat and fire.
His hands clamped down on my hips, and he pulled out to the tip, then slammed back in, slow at first, then faster, picking a cataclysmic pace that turned muscle into pure heat, turned my body into his personal playground.
Every deep, claiming stroke had me clenching desperately around him, then he reached down and circled my clit with his finger, matching the punishing rolls of his hips, both of us moving together, chasing that ruinous high that was just out of reach.
One more deep thrust, one more brush of his fingers and I ruptured, shattering on a surging wave of hot, devastating pleasure. Spots danced behind my eyes, and my body shook as he bit down on my shoulder, pinning me to the bed, roaring against my skin as he throbbed inside me, filling me full of seed, hips moving jerkily against my ass as he emptied himself into me.
He kept us sealed together as I plummeted down, core pulsing, milking him dry, legs shaking, sobbing into thepillows like the mess I was. Now, there was no denying the truth.
I was in love with my husband.
I loved Dante.
“Stop that,” he scolded gently, gathering me up, tucking me into him, which, of course, only made me sob harder. “This is okay.You’reokay.” His hands were everywhere, gathering my hair away from my face, brushing tears from my cheeks.
“But I’mnotokay.” I scrubbed my face. “This all feels so dangerous to me, Dante.”
“I wouldneverhurt you, Emberline,” he vowed gruffly.
