Page 16 of His to Protect

"God, yes..." Felix panted, his voice trembling with the intensity of his desire. He groaned, a ragged, needy sound. "Give me more..."

Dante leaned down to capture Felix's lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled together in a frenzy, heightening the sensation of their bodies moving as one. As Dante continued to pound into him, Felix found himself lost in the moment, drowning in a sea of sensation and emotion.

"Feel how deep I am inside you?" Dante whispered hotly against Felix's ear. "You're mine now, baby. Just like this."

Felix shuddered at the possessive tone, a part of him reveling in the thought of belonging to Dante.

The pleasure coiling inside Felix tightened to an unbearable degree, his breath hitching as Dante's strong hand wrapped around his aching cock. "You're doing so well for me, baby," Dante praised him as he pumped Felix's cock, working it hard and fast.

The car seemed impossibly full of sound: the primal slap of Dante's hips against him; the slick sound of Dante's cock plunging into his hole; the wet sound of Dante's hand on Felix's cock, slippery with pre-come; the rapid, ragged sound of Felix's moans.

And then, cutting through that all, a command: "Come for me."

Felix's eyes rolled back in his head, the combination of Dante's thrusts and the skilled strokes on his cock overwhelming his senses. He could feel the desperate, pleading words tumble out of his mouth, but couldn't tell if it was his own voice or just a torrent of thoughts swirling inside him. "Yes, Dante... please, I need it..."

"Good boy," Dante growled, his grip on Felix's cock tightening as he jerked him off with increasing intensity. The praise sent shivers down Felix's spine, igniting something within him that had never been touched before.

Felix's climax approached like a tidal wave, consuming everything in its path. He felt both powerful and vulnerable, lost in the storm of sensation Dante had created. With one final, devastating stroke from Dante's hand, Felix's vision went white as he came harder than he ever had in his life, his entire body shaking with the force of it. His come spattered against his stomach, thick white come painting him.

That seemed to be the final straw for Dante. He slammed into Felix with abandon, his control snapping like a frayed rope. With a guttural cry, Dante buried himself deep inside Felix and came, the intensity of his climax mirrored in the fierce grip he had on Felix's hips.

Felix arched up, seeking every inch of sensation as Dante finished slamming into him, his thrusts slowly stilling.

When Dante pulled out, leaving him with nothing but the slickness of lube, some part of Felix felt a little disappointed.

No,he told himself.Don't you dare want a mafia murderer to come inside you. I know you have more brains than that, because I'm you. Be sensible, Felix.

Still. He squirmed, feeling the loss.

Dante dropped down on the seat next to him, their bodies entwined. It was a tight fit -- but Felix knew better than to say so and open himself up to the obvious joke.

Somehow, being pressed up against Dante's body like this… It felt almost more intimate than having him inside him. He fought the urge to turn his head into Dante's chest, burying his face against him and breathing him his warm, masculine scent.

"So, was that better than your boring date?"

Felix rolled his eyes. "You're a pain in the ass."

"You could've fooled me. Seemed like your ass was enjoying it just fine."

Felix let out a huff of annoyed laughter. He looked out of the windshield, the city lights blurred through the now-foggy glass. It was beautiful.

"Can you…"

"What?"

"Don't drive me back just yet," Felix asked, his voice rough around the edges from use. "I want to look at it all a little longer."

"Drive you back?" Dante's eyebrows raised, incredulous. Then he leaned in closer, pinning Felix down against the seat. "Kid, that was just the beginning."

As Dante's mouth closed on his throat, sucking hot kisses against his over-sensitive flesh, Felix swallowed.

This had been a bad idea.

But as bad ideas went, it was the most fun one he'd ever allowed himself to make.

Chapter seven

TheDenmighthaveseen better days, but the gentleman's club still held an undeniable charm. The air was thick with the smell of bourbon, sweat, and the faintest hint of perfume.

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