Chapter 30
Tears staining Elara face as she flush all over her body and into her clothis, with sobs and pants ruumiddling past her lips“You’er okay, Amiore, we are reaching soon. You’ll be okay.” Dante soothed, Sweat was dripping down Danie’s forehead and lack, cause of how warm his wife body felt against him. Dante has to control himself as his wife was struggling on his lap, grinding against him. Plani nestles her face into Dante’s neck and started leaving kitten licks and kisses. Dante cursed. The state of his wife was very dangrous for him.
“T–please? Flara begs, not entirely sure what she was begging for, she only knows that there is a familiar presence nearly. Her heightened senses pick up an assuring scent. She feels this person could help her remove the throbbing pain. Ikante rests his hands con Elara’s face and neck, the contact momentarily easing his wife’s pain. Elara whined as she pushes herself upwards in the source of relief. Daute dut his eyes tighuty.
seye wide when Elara started clawing at his coat, trying to remove the falice which was making the heat even more unbearable. Trapte audibly swallowed after he helped to tug it off and threw them across the seat, Hara smooth milky skin now was visilde to his eyes. He looked at the pilot who had his eyes focused streight.
*Ace. If you dare look back. I will skin you alive * He
e said in his call voice making the bait at the back of the piled’s whose
whose name was Arej neck to
“Yes Young master”
Dante then looked back at his wife who had manages to remove her him, shoving her erect nipples on his chest. Elara was rubbing her thighs together while reaching her hands down, trying to get as much friction as she could. Dante had not seen a more delicious sight.
His wife meuled as Dante slapped her hands away, but she soon makes a pleasured sound at the back as Dance kissed her neck. His other hand
ircling her nipples “Does that feel good, love? Dante asked but Elara was too far gone, the drug still clouding her senses. Elara does not even know who is giving her the pleasure which had her curling her toes and moaning breathily. Elara’s hand found her husband’s hair. She could only pull ar it as Dante kissed his way down toward her nipples before kissing and sucking on it. Dante eyes opened wide as he felt something wet on his thigh. He looked back at his wife with amusment, did she came by being touched on her breast.
“Fuck!” Dante cursed at the sight, feeling himself harden. Elara looked so beautifully wrecked with tears dripping from her droppy eyes and drool
on her face.
“You did well baby” Dante praises pulling Elara into a kiss as the aftershocks of her ofgasm washing off
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Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Hara NOV
Elara was jostled awake. The ground beneath her was uneven and moving
“Good morning, wife,” the ground said.
Elara rubbed her eyes. Where is slir, what’s going on? Who is carrying her?
She looked up to see it was just Dante, and die relaxeil, the tension leaving her lusly. Her husband leaned down to give her a peck on her forehead. Still barely awake, Hara hooks her arms armuel Dante’s neck and single no the einlitate, her head directly in the crook of Dante’s neck. She lets her eyelids droop again.
A trickle of warmth seeps into Dante’s heart, and then it builds up to a steady stream of heavy lava, almost combusting his heart at the kätten–like action of his wife
Dante himself did not notice the softening of his tone, “Don’t sleep anymore, love. It’s near noon now. Let’s have a bath instead, bro?”
Just a little while more… Flara negotiates, already dozing off, lips pouting as always when she gets sleepy
Dante gazes at the adorable sight. The result of his internal battle was already decided. He could wake Elara up when they reach the bath,
Elara was still sleeping when Dante set her down on the platform and was thus not prepared for the jolt of pain shooting up her back. “Agh”
“Love! What’s wrong?” Dante fusses, heart–wrenching
sching at the onslaught of tears that gathered in Klara’s eyes in a matter of seconds
“Ith–hurts she sniffles, and Dante immediately scoops her back into her arms.
“I am sorry, I should have known,” her husband quickly soothed, but that contact with the marbled platform in the bathroom seemed to be a trigger to wake up all the bodily pains and Klara whimpered as her muscles twitched in sorenes
Dante carried Elam into the bath immediately, their clothes flowing in the water. Elara heaved a really sigh of relief as the hot water caressed her muscles, casing out the pain. She scoots closer to Dante, who peeled off her cloths for her.
“What is it still in daze Elara asked as Dante paused for a moment, only to see Dante’s eyes darken as he stare at hier body. Elara looks down, and
gapes at the sight of red lickeys all over her chest, waist, and hand prints on her thighs.
she looked at it confused but then she remembered each and everything happened to her, with a pounding heart, she scramblest to sit up, her sudden movement making Dante’s brow furrow. Hefore he could say anything, she backed away, putting space between them as his touch scorched
Crioul
Dante stood still, his eyes narrowing at her. “Elara-” he took a step toward her, but she flinched,
“Don’t Her voice wavered, thick with emotion
He reached for her, but she slapped his hand away, her chest rising and falling in sharp, panicked breaths.
“Don’t come closer,” she screamed, tears welled in her eyes, her entire body trembling. A flash of memory tore through her mind.
The old man’s disgusting breath against her skin. His rough, hands roamed where they had no right to be. His lips pressed against her breast, and her neck, his touch crawling all over her body.
She gasped, clutching her arms, nails digging into her own flesh. She could still feel it.
Still, feel him.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to breathe. Seeing his wife hurting herself. He growled at her.” Elara what the hell do you dunk you are doing?”
“He touched me,” she cried, her voice breaking. A dark storm raged inside Dante. His hands clenched into fists before he pulled Elara into his arins. She thrashed against him, her sols wracking her fragile body.
“Letane go!” she choked. “Don’t touch me, I’m tilhy!” Dante’s tightened his grip around her. While forcing her to look up in his eyes.
Dante’s hands trembled with rage as he held her face. “I don’t give a fuck,” he growled “You are not dirty. You are not filth. You are Elara fucking Komuna.” His thumbs wiped away the tears spilling down her checks.
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“No one, do you hear met No one in this goddamn world gets to make you feel anything less.” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “You’re still mine. Always mine. And if Have to lear heaven and hell apart to prove it, I fucking will,”
His gaze held no lies, no hesitation. It confuse her, made her pulse race, made her question everything she thought she knew about this man. Elara swallowed, her lips unsintentionally pouting as she stared at him, as if looking into his very soul,
Why are you like this”
Dante’s fingers curled around her chin, his breath ghosting over her lips. What do you mean?”
“You making me feel safe? She said looking at him with sparkling eyes. “You kill without blinking. You destroy everything in your way. And yet… you hold me like Tin made of glass”
Elara cupped Dante’s face, her thumbs tracing the roughness of his cheekbones, feeling the warmth beneath her palms. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze darting from his lips to his eyes, searching for something anything.
Dante Romano.
The man who had carved his name into the underworld with blood. The man feared by all And yet, he had always been there for her. Always
Since the day their works collided, he had protected her, fought for her, bled for her. He was supposed to be ruthless, heartless, a man without
mercy
and yet, here he was, offering all his mercy to her.
Her Malia husband was truly something else.
“Thank you” Elara whispered, tiling up on her toes to press a chaste kiss to his nose. Dante frozen.
“Thank you for always saving me. Before he could react, her lips brushed his, gentle, warm, full of something he wasn’t ready to name.
For the first time in his life, a blush crept up his sharp cheekbones. Elara was about to take a shaky step back, but Dante wouldn’t allow that as his hand shot out, grabbing the back of her neck, tilting her head up. And then he kissed her.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. She whimpered into the kiss, her fingers clutched at his arms. He swallowed every sound, owning her, devouring her, making her his all over again
