“Yes, that’s what I want, too,” she murmured dreamily. “Like in the garden. Do it like that.” She kept fucking my fingers with her soft, wet heat.
My skin went tight. That night had been… I’d fantasized too often about that night. But I’d been too rough, too savage, when I needed to treat her gentle.
“Tesoro, you’re sore and half asleep, and you need rest.”
“I need you to fuck me, Dante.” She was panting now, whining as I plunged my fingers in and out, my entire hand soaked.
My cock was so fucking hard, it ached, my heavy balls tingling with the need to fill her up. I didn’t know if this primal need was mine or the demon’s, but I needed to get myself under control.
“Dante…” She rolled onto her belly, hips still moving as I lifted her to her knees, staring at her pretty pink cunt, the way her soft flesh glistened. With a growl, I dragged my cock through that wetness, coating the crown until it was shiny, until the entire room smelled like her arousal.
I shoved inside, groaning at how fucking tight she was, how well her greedy pussy swallowed my cock, squeezed my shaft like a vise. This was heaven.Fucking heavenwatching my veined length glide in and out, the way she fluttered and convulsed around me, especially when I slammed in all the way.
Her moans got louder, hips pushing back to take me deeper, the white flesh of her ass denting where my fingers gripped. Holding her in place, I slammed into her, over and over again, until sweat dripped down the small of my back, pressure building at the base of my spine.
Yes, fill her up. Pump her full.
Emberline clenched around me, moaning out my name, her body shuddering as she orgasmed.
My climax hit me from behind, so intense, I couldn’t make a sound, just thrust erratically into her as I spilled and spilled and spilled, my cock pulsing as something ancient and primal urged me to keep going until I’d spent every last drop.
“That was…” Emberline moaned as I pulled out.
I watched my seed drip down the insides of her thighs before I pushed it back inside with two fingers, her cunt quivering from the aftershocks. Once she was done, I easedher onto her side, curled behind her, and pulled the covers over us.
“Go to sleep,” I told her, banding an arm around her waist as I dragged my nose down the side of her throat. Maybe I should have cleaned her up, but…she smelled like me, I thought with satisfaction.And everyone will know it.
“We still have to warn Emilia,” Emberline murmured sleepily. “Show her the proof and beg her forgiveness.”
“Begging really isn’t my style,” I said, pulling her closer.
“That was a figure of speech.” She yawned. “But after what we did, there’s sure to be some begging involved.”
“Maybe we can get Nico to do it. He’s got a soft spot for the old witch, though I don’t know why.”
“So, we’re agreed then?” She rolled over, awake now, her eyes gleaming in the darkness. “We warn Emilia about Blackwood, and keep my uncle from finding the Basin?”
“Sounds like a plan.” I kissed the end of her nose. “Now, get some sleep. Marcello’s funeral pyre is in a few hours, and while I don’t give a single fuck about that asshole, you need your rest,dolce moglie.”
“Thank you for tonight.” Emberline gently trailed her fingers down my face, looking at me so intently, I shivered. “You are the best husband I’ve ever had.”
“I’m theonlyhusband you’re ever going to have,” I growled. “Don’t you forget it.”
“I won’t.” She nestled against me and closed her eyes. “I love you, Dante Dominico. Even if you are a grump.”
62
EMBERLINE
The DiSangue island was barely a smudge on the edge of the gray-green swells, and yet, I already felt eyes watching our approach. The priests of the Order didn’t guard Emilia out of loyalty alone.
They guarded her because she was the most powerful high priestess in all three dynasties, and her power was their power.
Threaten her, threaten them all.
“We’re sure we have permission to be here?” I asked for the third time, worry churning in my already upset stomach as we flew across the water at a dangerous speed.
“Vincenzo himself granted us an hour. Which means we’ll have to talk fast, but once Emilia sees the letters, I doubt time will be a sticking point.”
