Chapter 47
Elara’s breaths hitched as he caught her arms pushing her to bed before hovering over her. His lingers trailed lower, slipping beneath her dress skirt.
Her eyes widened in alarm. “Dante, wait, you can’t “He leaned down until his lips brushed on her soft, already marked neck. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take care of my wife? Elara gasped, pushing against his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Dante, 1–Em on my period,
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His expression was darker” Mind your words wife” Ignoring his words she tried to scoot pinning them above her head as he straddled her
ek, but in a blink, he was on her. He gripped her wrists,
“Motherfucker!” she squeaked, completely flustered. “Let me got Dante’s smirk numed sinful. “I guess I should wash your pretty mouth with my cum lumm? * She squirmed under him, mortified by his works
“You sick bastard Dante let out a low, amuseil chuckle, his Tips brushing the sensitive skin of her jaw. She tried to punch horn but felt her hands stuck. She looked up only to find her hands tied to the bedpost. ” Fur-” He didn’t let her complete her sentence and gave a peck on her lips.
“Fu—” Another peck.
“Tas- Another.
Dame, you “His mouth swallowed the last curse, sealing it with a kiss that was anything but soft. He pulled back slightly, just enough to her wide eyes, his free hand trailing down her stomach, lower, lower
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She gasped. “Dante! He smirked, his fingers toying with the waistband of her panty i
y under her dressed skirt, “My wife, don’t you know?” dipped into a dark whisper. “This helps with the cramps
Just then be entered his figure feeling the wetness around his figure. “Oh God!” Her entire body jolted, the sensitivity making every touch hlistering Lante growled, eyes dark with satisfaction. “So fucking wet already
Her thighs trembled as he moved his fingers, slow, deep, relentless in her pussy lips before entering her again and again. “And here I thought you didn’t want this, baby“”
She gasped, legs snapping shut around his wrist. The ache shifted into something else entirely. She clenched her thighs together, but he forced them apart with ease.
He chuckled darkly, “Naughty girl. Trying to deny me?”
“D–Dante, I c–can’t” His lips brushed her ear. “Shh. Let me make you feel good”
And then be curled his fingers. Her hand clenched hard around the tight as she let out another moan “D–Dante…”
He lifted his head, eyes dark, wild. “Shih, baby. Let me take care of you.”
His fingers moved with slow, deliberate strokes, coaxing her taking her towards her release. She trembled, her nails digging into
her palms.
His lips moved on their own, trailing down the delicate curve of her neck, claiming, marking, owning again and again. Each kiss was hotter, deeper. rougher, leaving fresh bruises on top of the ones already there.
His other hand slid downward, palming her breast before gripping one of them. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, turning into a tiny whimper of pain. It hurts, hubby,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
Danic froze.
His dark gaze snapped to her face, something unreadable flickering in his expression.
Hubby
She called him this for the second time.
His jaw clenched, his entire lady going still for a split second before a slow, wicked smirk stretched across his lips. “Say that again”
He didn’t wait for a response
Wills one swift motion, he hugged her dress up, sliding it just her arms, exposing soft, beautiful peaks.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over the hardened buds. Elara shivered violently. He teasing lilowar against her sensitive skin.
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She arched off the bed, a whimper slipping past her lips.
“So sensitive.” He wishper against her skin before kissing her right buds. Her body shivers in pleasure.” So beautiful Amore” He kissed her another bud while his fingers worked their magic in between her legs,
Please.” She said searching for her release.
Dante hummed against her skin, his voice dark and teasing. “Say the word, and I’ll give my wife exactly what she wants.” Elara’s mind is lost in the unbearable pleasure. “Hubby, please!” she almost screamed.
Dante’s control snapped. Without warning, his mouth latched onto her breast, sucking hard. She cried out, her back arching as pleasure crashed over her, raw and unstoppable.
Dante groaned against her skin, his grip tightening. Watching her break beneath him, come undone. Only for him.
Dante’s opened her hands and kissed her forehead “That’s my good girl.”
Elara lay there, body trembling, chest rising and falling in erratic breaths. Dante watched his wife. His own breath was uneven, while his thumb traced slow, lazy circles on her abdomen, soothingly messaging her.
“Sec. baby?” His voice was low, smug. “I told you it would help.”
Elara’s cheeks burned with heat from pleasure, from embarrassment, from him. She turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze. “You’re impossible, she mumbled.
Dante’s grip on her chin was instant, forcing her to face him. His smirk was pure sin. “Impossible? Or irresistible?”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. How could she argue when her body had just betrayed her so completely?
Dante’s fingers trailed up, brushing the marks he left on her neck, his smirk widening at the sight of her ruined state. His. Always his.
“You keep running, but your body never lies to me, amore. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss on her nipples making her shiver as she covered them with her hands. “Next time, don’t fight me.
Elara’s eyes widened. Next time?
Her heart pounded as she turned away slightly, putting a little distance between them or trying to. Before she could move an inch, Dante’s arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest
A started gasp left her lips as his strong, warm hand slipped beneath her dress, massaging slow, deliberate circles over her abdomen. The touch was soothing and gentle so different from his usual ruthless nature. His head rested against her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin.
“Take a deep breath, relax,” he murmured, his voice softer now, “Get some rest, hmm?”
Elara bit her lip, her body betraying her as exhaustion crept in. The warmth of his embrace, the rhythmic motion of his hand it was too much. Too comforting. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second… until she felt it
Something hard. Pressing against her ass.
Her eyes snapped open. Heat rushed to her checks as she tried to inch forward, but his grip only tightened.
“You’re hard,” she whispered, playing with his long fingers.
Dante let out a low chuckle, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he muzzled closer, his grip firm but comforting. “Don’t worry about that, cara, just.
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