Gods, he was killing me here.
“I want to make love to my wife.” He pressed another kiss into my palm, swirling his tongue against my skin, and my entire body turned into butter. “I want to make you feelgood, then tuck you into my arms like you belong there forever and hold you all night.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling at how every strand picked up the light.
“I would very much like that, Dante.” I tugged him up to my mouth, loving how his tongue slipped effortlessly between my lips, how every kiss was familiar yet brand new, how sparks ignited in my belly as our tongues swirled slowly together, as if we had all the time in the world.
Dante broke the kiss, eyes blazing. “Gods, I could do this all day, but I really want to make you feel good,tesoro.” He slipped the strap down my arm, pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder, then, with a twist of his fingers, undid the clasp.
In two seconds flat, he had me naked, nothing but pliable, willing flesh, aching for his next touch, for the next brush of his lips, eating up every whispered word—beautiful, precious,mine.
“And I’m yours, Emberline,” Dante told me gruffly, cupping my face in his huge palms. “Until the day you…”
“Donotfinish that sentence,” I ordered, narrowing my eyes. “No more talk about endings. Not when we’re just beginning.”
Then I slowly, tenderly kissed every scar, every ruined tattoo, every divot and dip of his magnificent torso, his muscles filling out, now that he was getting sleep and feeding again.My husband—I still got chills at that word—was a work of art, from his washboard abs to his slabbed chest, six foot six of glorious power.
He traced the faint pink mark on my cheek with his finger, drawing a shuddering breath before running his lips down my throat, nibbling and tasting, laving his tongue along my pounding vein as I slowly caught fire.
He loved me, all the way downto my soul.
And I loved him, in ways that would destroy me if I ever lost him.
Butterflies danced in my stomach when Dante slid an arm beneath my knees, then the room tipped, and I was on my back in the tiny bed, him braced over me, the blunt crown of his cock pressing at my entrance, adrenaline and need coursing through me in a heated rush.
“Yes,” I whispered, even though he didn’t say anything at all. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as his cock sank in deep, a relentless invasion that made me feel claimed and taken and stretched until Dante was the only thing in the world. I convulsed around him, impaled on his thick shaft, stuffed so full, I could barely breathe.
“Are you good?” he asked, bumping his hips forward, gazing adoringly down at me.
I nodded, riding a cresting wave of too many feelings and too many sensations, wondering if I could drown in this. If happiness was fatal because all these emotions were too intense.
“You are so perfect,” he said raggedly, “sometimes I can’t...” He swallowed. “I love you, Emberline Dominico. I love you so much I…” Dante didn’t finish that sentence. He kissed me instead.
Then he began to move, short, gentle strokes that had me sobbing out for more, then long, deep thrusts that sent pressure coiling tighter in my belly, my body moving with his, frantically chasing that elusive release that was just out of reach, just right there…
“Yes, that’s… I needmore. I needmore, Dante,” I moaned, arching against him, trying to drag him closer, deeper. Jolts of electricity flew through me every time his mouth closed around my nipple, his teeth pressing down around my hard, sensitive bud. “Please,please.”
I was on fire. I was stretched like a rubber band, ready to snap. I didn’t know what I needed, something to break this pressure, something to…
Dante wound his hand in my hair, pulled my head to the side, and sank his fangs into my throat, his mouth closing around my vein and biting down as he pistoned his cock into me, over and over.
The climax hit me hard enough, I exploded into a million pieces, scattering apart, mindless, my cunt clenching around his thick shaft, hips bucking wildly as my orgasm rolled through me in great, rolling waves, and didn’t stop.
Another hard thrust, and Dante pulled his fangs out of my throat androared.
“Fuck Emberline,fuck.”
From far away, I heard his curse, felt the friction as his tongue dragged up the side of my throat, then he was fucking me again, my orgasm going on and on, great billowing waves of pleasure wiping me clean, and all I could do was hang tight and ride out the storm that was my glorious husband.
Finally, Dante thrust one last time, and his big, beautiful body shuddered as he spilled himself inside me, repeating my name, over and over. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight; I was never letting him go.
“You are mine forever,” I whispered. “Until the stars burn out of the sky and the rivers stop running, you belong to me, Dante Dominico.”
He took a heaving breath and rolled off of me. “Let me clean you up,la mia moglie più preziosa,” he murmured against my skin. I drowsed bonelessly as he tended to me and was only half conscious when he tucked me tenderly into his arms and pulled the covers up over us both.
Cold brushed over me,goosebumps rising on my naked arms.
Before me, the tattered veil floated on a phantom wind, those tattered edges moving too slow for this to be real.Okay, I was dreaming. I looked down.
