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MADDIE
My heart slamsagainst my ribs and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, but I don’t think anything could’ve stopped me from launching myself at him at that moment. I surge forward and slam my mouth against his. He was anticipating my move and stood up at the perfect moment.
We’re wet and slippery with lingering suds, but there’s an urgency to our breaths. Our moments have been cut short too many times, and it’s as if the very cosmos itself is urging us together. With each beat of my heart, my lust ramps up another notch higher. Lights flash behind my closed eyelids, and I imagine shooting stars streaking around our bodies, quicker and quicker with each rapid breath.
I wrap my arm around his neck, fusing our bodies together as our tongues tangle and dance. His cock presses into my belly, thick and long and hard. My core clenches with need, demanding I take what I want.
His hands are possessive brands on my skin, marking me as his. His fist clenches in my hair, using it to angle my head to the side. Our kiss deepens, he curls his tongue against mine, and I can’t wait any longer.
I’m blinded by my own lust. Impervious to anything other than the way Dante feels against me—inside of me. And I’m desperate to feel his tongue curl against my pussy with the same intensity.
His other hand slides over my ass, gripping my cheek in his big hand and kneading it with his fingertips. I exhale a low moan into his mouth, my nerves buzzing. I snake a hand between us and wrap my fingers around his cock in a tight grip.
He presses his forehead against mine, our mouths parting until they’re just barely touching. Our breaths mingle, and when I start to slowly stroke his cock, he groans against my lips and tightens his hold on me.
The small bite of pain when his fist clenches my hair has me gasping and arching my back. My eyes close, giving myself over fully to the sensations raging inside me. Fingertip-shaped bruises are going to show up on my ass cheek tomorrow, and I’m going to wear them with pride.
I stroke his cock faster, gripping it tighter, my thumb and index finger not quite touching as he gets impossibly harder. I let my thumb smooth over the head of his cock a couple times, applying pressure. He hisses into my mouth, his hips jerking forward with each stroke. I desperately wish I could see the look on his face right now.
Unwinding my hand from his neck, I slide my palm over his tattooed chest and down his six-pack, stopping only when I cup his balls. Just as I tighten my hold, he pulls his hips away.
“What’s wrong?”
He slides both hands into my hair and tilts my chin toward his face with his thumbs. “You’re going to make me come.”
I smirk, my hand reaching for his cock. “Isn’t that the point?”
He leans in and murmurs against my lips, “When I come, it’s going to be inside that tight pussy I’ve been dreaming about for years.”
Something inside clenches, and my head nods before I even think about it. He seals our mouths together once again before spinning us around. He walks us out of the shower and through the bathroom into the bedroom. We leave wet footprints and puddles of water in our wake, but that’s a problem for future me.
Present me has only one thing on her mind: Dante Esposito.
My toes hit the dark gray hardwood floor and I lose my balance. I cling to Dante’s shoulders to stop my fall, but I shouldn’t have worried. Dante would never let me fall.
He palms my ass in his hands, and without skipping a beat, hauls me into his arms. We cross the room in seconds, and then I’m airborne as Dante tosses me onto the bed. I bounce a little, my tits shaking as I land on the unmade comforter. Pushing onto my elbows, I watch Dante prowl the last few steps to loom over me.
He trails the pad of his index finger along the inside of my calf, his gaze marking the trail up over my knee and toward my thigh. “I told you once that there’s no coming back from this. I’m a selfish man, Maddie. I take what I want, but I’m not a complete bastard, so if you want out, you gotta tell me now.” He looks at me from underneath his furrowed brow, as if the very thought of not being with me pains him. “If we do this, if we cross this line, I promise you there will never be a day we’re apart again.”
A ripple of energy flows over my entire body with his words, like the universe herself is sealing his promise in the stars. I roll my bottom lip inside my mouth, my teeth scraping it.
“I want to be with you, Dante.” I look at him from underneath my lashes. “And if you don’t fuck me soon, I might die.”
He smirks, a dirty, carnal sort of smile as his fingertip finds that place between my thigh and hip. “Since when did you get so dramatic?” He pauses his exploration and grips my thighs, pulling me toward the edge of the bed.
My head falls back, but I stay propped up on my elbows. “I’ve always been dramatic,” I say on a sigh. Cool air brushes against my pussy, heightening my arousal even further.
“I know. It’s one of the reasons I love you,” he murmurs.
His words puncture my lusty haze, but before I can process them, he brushes his thumb against my pussy. Featherlight touches that only tease me further. He skirts around my clit, and I think I might hate him a little in that moment. “Stop teasing me.” My voice is breathy and my hips rock forward, seeking more pressure.
“You want me to stop teasing you, hm?”
“Yes,” I say around a moan.
He chuckles, this low, masculine sound that turns me on. Without another word, he slides two fingers inside me. My pussy clamps onto his digits, hard. And then it’s his turn to moan.
