Chapter 23
Elara lay sprawled across the bed, her skin flushed red, her breath was uneven, her body clad in nothing but the delicate lace of her underwear. Her cheeks burned and her eyes blurred with desire.
Dante stood beside the bed, towering over her, his dark eyes locked onto hers, stari
staring straight into her soul.
Slowly, deliberately, he shrugged off his coat, letting it slide down his arms before tossing it aside.
Elara swallowed hard, her pulse frantic as she watched him reach for his waistcoat next, unfastening it with maddening slowness.
He smirked, eyes flickering down to her fast–rising chest, the way her lips parted, the way she pressed her thighs together
“Breathe, wife, he murmured
She sucked in a shaky breath, hating how affected she was.
Dante rolled up his sleeves, revealing the hard lines of his forearms, the veins that traced up his skin, he know exactly what he was doing to her.
Then he started unbuttoning his shirt,
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Each button undone exposed more of his sculpted torso, the sharp ridges of his abs, the taut muscles shifting beneath his golden skin.
Elara’s breath hitched.
She bit her lip, hard, her gaze helplessly drawn to the sight of her husband, the man she had sworn to hate now standing before her in nothing but dark dress pants, the top of his belt teasing at her sanity.
Dante chuckled, dark and amused, not missing a single reaction of his wife,
“Keep looking at me like that, Elara,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise. ‘And I’ll have you begging before the night is over.”
Clara’s breath came in short, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling as she lay before him exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.
Dante snirked at the sight.
He could clearly see the way her fingers gripped the sheets, the way she bit her lip as if that would keep her from speaking the words he was waiting
for
Waiting to hear her admit to
He let his shirt fall, the fabric slipping from his shoulders, pooling at his feet.
Elara’s eyes followed every inch of exposed skin, her gaze drinking in the hard ridges of his abs, the sharp lines of his V–cut leading into his dark dress pants.
Her thighs denched.
Dante saw it. Noticed each and every reaction.
“Say it.” His voice was low, deliberate, his fingers slowly tracing the buckle of his belt.
Elara’s breath hitched. “Say what?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Dame chuckled darkly, tilting his head. “You know exactly what, wife.”“
He flicked open the buckle, the sound deatening in the duck silence of the room.
Elara’s thighs pressed tighter together–She was losing herself, and they both knew it.
He leaned down, bracing a hand on the mattress beside her, his heat caging her in, was too overwhelming to her. ––
“All you have to do is ask.” His lips hovered over hers, so close she could taste his breath, rich and intoxicating. “Beg me for it, and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
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Elara’s pulse slammed against her ribs.
When his free hand slid up her bare thigh, slow and possessive, much higer and all she could do was suck in a sharp breath, her body betraying her completely.
Dante smirked.
“That’s what I thought.”
Dante’s voice was deep, smug, dripping with dark amusement.
His fingers traced over the delicate lace of her underwear, and he felt it.
The damp fabric.
ara body tensing beneath him, her cheeks burning in humiliation.
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Dante smirked, dangerous and knowing. He dragged his thumb over the fabric, applying just enough pressure to make her hips jerk instinctively
“You can keep pretending love,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her car, but your body already told me the truth.”
Elara squeezed her eyes shun, her breath shuddering, the undeniable heat curling in her stomach.
“Look at me.
She hesitated.
He gripped her chin, titing her face
o meet his up. forcing her to
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“Say it Elara” be commanded, his fingers still torturously teasing over the lace. “Tell me exactly what you need”
She bit her lip, her mind was blank
Dante exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “So stubborn.
His hand suddenly gripped her thigh, spreading her legs wider beneath him, making her breath hitch.
“That’s alright,” he whispered, his voice dark with promise. “I have all night to make you beg”
Dante’s fingers moved slowly, tracing over the damp lace softly, his touch featherlight but devastating.
She bit down on her lip, hard. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
But Dante was patient. Too patient
“You’re trembling, wife. His voice was soft. As he was on her neck
Dante’s lips traced the curve of her neck, leaving a trail of sensation that sent a shiver racing down her spine. His kisses were slow, dangerous, as if he was savoring the way she melted beneath him.
Before She could think more. He slide the damp fabric and entered one of his fingure, making her moan loudly. She immeditaly cover her her mouth turning extremly red
Dante caught her hand.
That’s it, wife. His voice was a sinful whisper against her skin. “Let me hear you.”
Elara’s fingers dug into his shoulders, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. She hated this hated how easily he unraveled her, how effortlessly he turned her into a trembling mess.
“D–Dante- Her voice broke, her body arching as his touch seni sparks shooting through her veins.
Dame lifted his head, his dark, hooded gaze drinking her in the way her chest rose and fell, the way her lips parted, her body betraying as she fought to resist.
Then, just as suddenly, he pulled his hand away.
Elara let out a soft whimper at the loss, her breath shaky, her body still aching, needing
Dane smirked.
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Before she could protest, his hands framed her face, his grip firmly and his lips crashed against hers
The kiss was wild, consuming, claiming. His mouth moved against hers with a hunger that sent a violent shiver through her, demanding more. demanding everything.
He bit her lower lip, pulling, teasing, his tongue sweeping over i
the sting before diving deeper,
stealing the breath
the breath from her lungs.
Elara’s fingers tangled in his hair, helpless against the force of him. She should stop this. She should push him away.
But instead
She kissed him back.
Hard.
Dante groaned low in approval, his grip tightening, his body pressing her deeper into
“You taste like sin, wife,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire.
the mattress.
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