“Yessss, D.” I don’t know if I’m responding to his words or his movements because he’s begun to ease himself out of me, then slide home in commanding thrusts. Claiming me. Possessing my body and soul.
Electric need builds in my core as he fucks me with increased intensity. The sensitive nerves already stimulated by my earlier orgasm flare back to life.
My arms pull against their bindings, desperate to wrap around him. I want the connection but also leverage. I need more of him. I want to counter his thrusts until we’re fucking with such violent abandon that our bodies become one.
DiAngelo reads my mind and inserts an arm beneath me, securing me in place to fuck me that much harder.
“Oh God. I’m going to come again.”
“Give it to me, Rina. Soak my cock with your cum.”
His filthy words send me over the edge. Blackness threatens the edges of my vision as pleasure consumes me. D moves faster and faster until he bellows his release with one final thrust, holding himself deep inside me where I can feel him pulse and throb.
Not once does he allow his body to even graze my healing skin. Even in the deepest throes of passion, he keeps his body curved to protect mine. That’s no accident. It’s devotion.
I wrap my legs around his waist since it’s the only way I can hold him.
“You’re going to marry me, Terina Donati. You’re going to marry me and be mine.”
CHAPTER 52
DIANGELO
Present
Rina doesn’t respondto my declaration that I plan to make her my wife. She probably thinks it’s the sex talking. That’s fine. She doesn’t have to believe me for it to be true.
I lift myself back onto my knees, loving the sight of our mixed cum dripping from her body.
“Squeeze for me, firefly. Show me more.” I don’t have to explain. My intent focus makes it clear what I’m asking.
Terina contracts her inner muscles and abs, causing a fresh flood of moisture to drip from her.
“You like that?” she asks with a note of curiosity.
I run my hand along her inner thigh. “More than you could know. And as much as I’d like to make you stay like this for my viewing pleasure, I need to get you cleaned up.”
“We could just use the towel for now.”
“No, I don’t want you getting a UTI. You’re mine to look after, remember?”
She cracks a crooked smile when a long, pitiful whine sounds from beyond the bedroom door.
“Poor thing,” Rina croons. “She’s so lonely out there.”
I roll my eyes good-naturedly, then remove the cuffs from her ankles and wrists. Once I’m done, I let my spoiled mutt in the room and watch as she shakes her back end so violently that she can’t walk straight.
“You are the epitome of ferocious, you know that?”
Bonny beams at me, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.
“You’ve just made the classic blunder of underestimating her just because she’s beautiful.”
“I don’t know about that,” I chide, “but at least she doesn’t stink now that she got bathed. Normally, the groomer comes here every couple of weeks so that I don’t have to live with stinky dog smell everywhere.”
Rina sits up, her head angling a fraction to the side. “The groomer comes here, but you went to her shop instead.” She says the words as though the concept is novel, and I have no idea why.
“Yeah?”
