I thrust deeper.
"Wanted to do this the first time I saw you." I grip her hip with one hand. Angle her up. "Wanted to throw you over my shoulder and take you somewhere no one would find us."
"Dante—"
"Wanted to bury myself inside you and never come out."
She moans.
Long and loud.
"More," she begs. "Please, more."
I give her more.
Increase my pace. Drive into her with everything I have. The pain in my side fades to background noise. All I can feel is her. Her heat. Her wetness. Her walls gripping me like she never wants to let go.
"You're so wet for me." I slide my hand between us. Find her clit. Press. "Dripping down my cock. Making a mess."
She arches off the bed.
"I can feel you getting close." I circle her clit with my thumb. "Feel you tightening around me."
"I'm—"
"I know." I thrust harder. "Come for me, Marina. Come on my cock."
She screams.
Her whole body convulses. Her walls clamp down on me so tight I see stars. She's shaking. Trembling. Coming apart beneath me.
I don't stop.
Can't stop.
I fuck her through it. Through every wave. Every aftershock. My thumb keeps working her clit even as she tries to push my hand away.
"Too much?—"
"Not enough."
I thrust deeper.
She screams again.
"That's it." My voice is wrecked. Barely recognizable. "Give me another one."
"I can't?—"
"You can."
I change my angle. Hit that spot inside her that made her scream before. Her eyes roll back.
"Dante!"
"There she is."
I pound into her. Relentless. My wound is definitely bleeding now. I can feel it soaking through the bandage. Don't care. Can't care. Not when she's looking at me like that. Not when she's making those sounds.
