“You are so fucking beautiful.” I switched to her other breast, and she gasped when I took the whole thing into my mouth, swirled my tongue around the hard point, lashing back and forth until her nails dug into my forearm. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Emberline, with my fingers and my mouth and my tongue.” I gazed down at her. “And then you’ll take my cock, won’t you? You’ll take me, like a good little wife.”
Her cheeks blazing, she nodded.
I was panting for her. Starving. I droppedbetween her knees, and she watched with glowing eyes as I pushed her legs apart and ran my palms up the insides of her soft, creamy thighs. Inhaled her sweet, citrusy smell.
Her pussy was dripping, my mouth watering for that first taste. All I wanted was to devour her whole, but I held myself back, taking a moment to just look, like some love-struck teenager.
How could a few simple touches make me come apart?
How could she make me feel like a fucking king?
“Put your arms up over your head,la mia dolce moglie,” I purred, my voice rough as she obeyed instantly, putting those perfect breasts on full display. My fingers dug into perfect, creamy thighs, then I licked, from her bottom to her clit, pressing in deep, gathering up every drop of her cream as fast as I could.
Her taste was addictive. Like heroin and karma and fucking immortality all rolled into one.
I licked again.Deeper.
I could fucking die right now, and I wouldn’t mind.
Emberline’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling so hard, she was ripping out strands, but I didn’t give a fuck. I savored the pain. Lifting her to my mouth, I fuckingfeasted, driving my tongue, then my fingers into her pussy until she chanted my name, until her hips were grinding against my face.
“That’s it, my beautiful girl, come. Scream my name when you come.”
She went still, her body surrendering, pussy clenching around my fingers as she fell apart, and I drank her down like a savage, the sweetest nectar I’d ever tasted.
We were both breathing raggedly when her hands slipped out of my hair. She stared down the length of her trembling body at me, something like awe on her face. I ranmy fingers through her folds, then shoved them into my mouth, licking up every last drop.
I was addicted to her, hopelessly addicted.
“Come here, Dante. I want you inside me,” she breathed.
I crawled over her, leaning in to kiss her flushed cheeks, those red lips, her hooded eyes. My bad leg ached like a motherfucker, but I wasn’t messing this up.
“Hold on, Emberline,” I whispered, lining myself up. “Hold on tight.”
“I don’t have anything to hold on to,” she moaned.
My crown brushed her swollen entrance, then I nudged inside, biting back my groan at how godsdamned perfect she felt on my cock. How this moment felt like I’d finally found my way back home.
“Hold on to me,” I breathed into her ear. “I won’t ever let you fall.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I slid in slow and gentle, savoring how tight she was, how she fit like a hot, velvet glove, squeezing my shaft until all I wanted to do was fill her up with my seed. Our hips tided in perfect rhythm, as if we’d never been apart, as I slid out, almost to the tip, then thrust back in, pleasure building with every stroke.
I went deeper still, my head bowed beside hers, breaths coming in rasping gasps as pressure built, my release coiled like a bomb, waiting to explode. Emberline wrapped her legs around my hips, heels digging into my ass.
“You feel so good inside me, Dante.” She ran her tongue up my throat. “Give me all of you.”
“Fucking gods, Emberline, I wanted this to last.” I thrust faster and faster, broken sounds spilling between my lips, her name, a curse, a plea for this to never end.
“Oh my gods,” Ember moaned, and her cunt clenchedaround my cock, and then I was falling. Plummeting down and down, roaring out her name as I shattered into a thousand broken pieces, fire flooding into my veins and up my throat in a gush of heat.
Panicked, I clamped down on my self-control, throwing up every shield I could manage, using the last of my strength to shove the demon back down to the darkness where he belonged. A puff of smoke drifted out of my mouth, evaporating into the air.
“Are you okay?” Emberline was watching me, concerned. Her hand was flattened on my chest, over the old scars, the ruined tattoos, pressed against my racing heart.
“I’m fine,” I lied, gathering her up in my arms and tucking her close as I nuzzled my wife’s neck. “I told you. I’ll never let you fall.”
“You need to feed,” she bent her head back, and my lips skimmed over tendons, that throbbing vein rushing beneath my mouth. “And I’m dying to feel your fangs in me,amato marito,” she urged, hand cupped on the back of my head, urging me to her throat.
