moaning his name through out the morning.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Dante growled, his voice dripping with hunger. His heated gaze raked over my trembling body, and a wicked smirk tugged at his lips. My skin prickled with anticipation, my core aching under his dark, possessive stare.
I had stopped caring about the consequences long ago. Right now, all I wanted was him, all of him.
“I’m going to ruin you tonight, Mia Amor,” he murmured, his hot breath ghosting over my core.
A shudder tore through me as I arched off the bed, desperate for more. “Dante,” I whimpered, my fingers twisting into the sheets.
“Call me Hubby tonight, love.” His voice was deep, teasing, but there was an underlying command in his tone that made my stomach clench.
Before I could respond, he dipped his head between my thighs, his mouth pressing against the thin lace of my thong. I gasped, my hands tangling in his thick hair, but the bastard took his time, dragging his tongue torturously slow along the fabric.
“Stop teasing me,” I snapped, my voice breathy, filled with need.
Dante lifted his head, a dark chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Feisty, aren’t we?”
His smirk widened before he hooked his fingers under my thong and ripped it clean off my body like it was nothing. My gasp was swallowed by his lips as he crushed his mouth against mine, his grip locking my wrists above my head. I moaned into the kiss, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
His rock–hard length pressed against my entrance, sending waves of desperation through me. I bit his lip, drawing a low growl from him as he dragged his mouth down my throat, his teeth grazing my skin possessively.
Dante trailed his lips lower, down to my heaving chest, his large hands cupping and kneading my breasts like he owned them. Like he owned me.
“You’re mine, Elara,” he murmured against my skin, sucking a bruise onto my collarbone. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
His tongue traced a sinful path down my stomach, stopping at my inner thigh. He nipped at the sensitive flesh, his dark eyes locked onto mine as he slowly pulled the garter from my leg with his teeth.
A wicked grin curled his lips. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
I felt his warm breath against my core before his mouth descended on me, his tongue flicking mercilessly against my clit. A strangled cry escaped my lips as my hips jerked up, seeking more of him.
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me down as he devoured me like a starving man. My vision blurred, my body trembling beneath his expert tongue.
“Dante, please!” I gasped, pulling at his hair, trying to drag him back up to me.
His stormy grey eyes flickered with something dangerous as he lifted his head. His lips were glistening, his smirk dark and full of promises. “So impatient, princess.”
I tugged him down, crashing my lips to his, tasting myself on his tongue. “I need you. Now.”
Dante chuckled, but there was no humor in it–only pure, carnal intent. “Your wish is my command, amor.”
I slid my hands down his body, relishing the hard ridges of his chest, his toned abs, before wrapping my fingers around his thick length. His sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through me as I stroked him, feeling the sheer power of him in my grasp.
“Fuck, Elara,” he groaned, his voice raw with restraint.
But just as I found my rhythm, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head once more, his heated gaze burning into me.
“You want me inside you, princess?” His voice was dangerously low, full of dominance.
“Yes, I whispered, my legs spreading wider in invitation.
Dante smirked before he pressed his thick tip against my entrance, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Beg for it.”
I glared at him, my body trembling with need. “I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will-”
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My words turned into a sharp gasp as he thrust into me in one swift, claiming motion. My nails dug into his back as he filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back.
Dante groaned, his lips brushing against my jaw. “You feel even better than tonight.”
He withdrew almost entirely before slamming back in, his pace relentless, his grip on my hips bruising as he drove deeper and deeper, making me see stars. My moans mixed with his growls, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a rough, possessive kiss as his hands spread my thighs wider, hitting a spot so deep it made me scream.
“You’re taking me so fucking well,” he growled, his pace brutal, his control slipping.
I clenched around him, dragging him closer, chasing that intoxicating high. “Harder, Dante.”
He let out an animalistic sound before flipping me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up as he drove into me from behind. My fingers clutched at the sheets as he fucked me mercilessly, his grip tightening around my throat as he whispered filth into my ear.
“You were made for me,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.
I cried out as the coil in my stomach snapped, my body shaking as my orgasm tore through me. Dante wasn’t far behind, a deep, guttural growl escaping him as he spilled himself inside me, his fingers digging into my hips as he rode out his release.
The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
Dante collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest, his lips pressing against my temple. “You’re mine, forever,” he murmured, his voice rough but filled with something dangerously close to affection.
We are not done yet“, he said
His dark chuckle was the only warning I got before he flipped me onto my back again.
Next morning
A slow, warm sensation trailed over my skin, pulling me from the depths of sleep. A rough palm smoothed over the curve of my ass, fingers tracing the sensitive marks left from last night’s.
A sharp sting flared up as something soft brushed against the sore flesh. I tensed, eyes snapping open.
Dante.
I barely had time to process it before I felt another firm caress, this time followed by a soft kiss pressed to my bruised skin.
“What the hell are you doing?” My voice came out hoarse, thick with sleep and irritation.
Dante’s eyes flicked up to mine, his lips curling into a slow, devastatingly smug smirk.
“Morning, princess.” His voice was pure sin, deep and rough like he’d been up all night. Probably plotting my next round of torment.
I pushed up onto my elbows, my entire body protesting the movement. A sharp ache spread through me, centered right where his hands were currently fucking worshipping me.
“Dante, I’m sore!” I almost shouted, my face heating as his large hands continued massaging my ass like he had all the time in the world.
His chuckle was low, satisfied–filthy. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all morning.”
He gave my ass a sharp slap, making me yelp before he soothed the sting with slow, warm strokes.
I groaned into the pillow, my body betraying me with the way it melted under his touch.
“You’re impossible, I muttered, hiding my face.
Dante leaned down, his breath fanning over my ear. “And yet, you’re obsessed with me.”
Iturned my head to glare at him, but his mischievous smirk had already won.
My glare turned into a soft gasp as I felt a cool, slick sensation against my overworked skin. I turned just enough to see him holding a small jar of 2/8
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cream, his fingers working it into my flesh with slow, deliberate strokes.
“What…” I swallowed hard. “What are you doing now?”
Dante’s smirk widened. “Treating my red, fluffy masterpiece.”
I choked on air. “My what?”
He shrugged, completely unfazed. “Your ass is soft as fuck, Elara, but I might’ve been a little too rough last night.” His gaze darkened. “Not that you were complaining.”
Igroaned, burying my face in the pillow again.
Dante tutted and gave my ass another light tap, making my legs twitch.
“Stay still, princess. Let Hubby take care of you.”
My face flamed. “I swear to God, if you
ou call yourself that one more time—
He flipped me onto my back so fast I barely had
to react before his mouth was on mine, cutting off my protest with a deep, lazy kiss.
I hated how fast I melted, how easily his touch wasn’t just treating my bruises-
Like he was about to make new ones.
sent me spiraling again. His hands slid up my thighs, pressing my sore body into the mattress like he
My breath hitched as he pulled back, his lips tracing down my jaw. “You were so fucking perfect last night,” he murmured against my skin. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
I shivered, torn between wanting to slap him
Or
pull him closer.
“Dante, I literally just said I’m sore.”
His shit–eating grin was back. “That’s what the
cream’s
for, princess.” So
you
can take
me all
over
again.”
I gasped. “You’re a menace!”
Dante’s deep chuckle vibrated against my throat.” And you’re min
His lips trailed lower.
I barely had time to process what was happening before
was
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moaning his name through out the morning.
