Page 21 of His to Protect

Was this just a game for him? Did he have other lovers waiting in the wings? The thoughts threatened to overwhelm him, but Felix pushed them away, refusing to let doubt steal this moment from him. "I want you."

"Good," Dante murmured, his voice low and dangerous in Felix's ear. "Because I'm not sure I could stop if I wanted to."

The dominant energy that radiated from Dante was both terrifying and exhilarating, sending shivers down Felix's spine. In Dante's arms, Felix felt desirable. He surrendered to the moment, giving himself over to the passion that threatened to consume them both. In the heat of their desperate kisses and grinding bodies, rational thought ceased to exist, leaving only desire and longing in its wake.

Dante's hand wrapped around both of Felix's wrists, pinning them above his head with an iron grip that left no room for resistance. Felix's breath hitched as he stared up into Dante's dark and passionate eyes, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath the mafia enforcer's predatory gaze.

"Stay still," Dante commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Felix's spine. With his free hand, Dante began to strip Felix, deftly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. He observed Felix's body with a mixture of lust and satisfaction, smirking at the sight of the younger man's flushed skin and trembling muscles.

The thought that Dante was treating him like something he owned, something he could control, only served to fuel Felix's desire. It was twisted, but it made him feel alive in a way he'd never experienced before.

"Look at you," Dante murmured, his fingers trailing a path of fire down Felix's chest and stomach. "So fucking beautiful. I want to see all of you, Felix. You want that?"

Felix couldn't help the light-headed sensation that washed over him, the intensity of Dante's words making his heart race. No one had ever spoken to him like this – as if he were something precious, valuable. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he found himself wanting to reciprocate.

"Y-yeah. I-- I love your hands on me," Felix stammered, watching as Dante's eyes darkened with arousal. "The way you use me... and your cock. God, I can't stop thinking about how good it feels inside me."

He saw the effect his words had on Dante, the older man's pupils dilating with lust. He reveled in the thrill of having such power over him. "Good boy," Dante praised, his grip tightening on Felix's wrists as he continued to undress him. He unzipped Felix's jeans, tugging them down his legs and discarding them on the floor before returning his attention to the younger man's body.

"Tell me more, sweetheart," Dante urged, his voice rough with need as he palmed Felix's aching erection. "Tell me what you want."

Felix gasped at the touch and the intimacy of their conversation, feeling both excited and terrified by the depth of his own desires. But with Dante's commanding presence coaxing him forward, he couldn't help but let the truth tumble from his lips.

"I want... I want you," Felix confessed, his voice barely a whisper. "I want to be yours."

In a fluid motion, Dante flipped them over, placing Felix on top of him. The older man leaned back against the headboard, his muscular chest heaving with anticipation as he looked up at Felix.

"Show me how much you want me," Dante commanded, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down Felix's spine.

Felix hesitated, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He had never done anything like this before, but the throbbing ache between his legs made it nearly impossible to resist. His erection strained against his body, leaking pre-come as desire coursed through him.

Gathering his courage, Felix reached for the condom and lube that lay on the nightstand, his hands trembling slightly. With practiced efficiency, he rolled the condom onto Dante's impressive length, unable to suppress a shiver at the sight of the older man so ready for him. He applied a generous amount of lube, coating Dante's cock until it glistened in the dim light of the bedroom.

"Ready?" Dante asked, his eyes dark and hungry as they locked onto Felix's.

Felix nodded, biting his lip as he positioned himself above Dante. Slowly, he began to lower himself onto the older man's cock, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to spill from his lips. The stretch was intense, but the pleasure it brought was undeniable.

As Dante filled him completely, Felix couldn't help but let out a strangled cry, his body trembling with the effort to remain still. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet more alive than he ever had before.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Dante growled, his hands gripping Felix's hips with bruising force. "Ride me, sweetheart."

Felix felt awkward and exposed, but he couldn't deny the thrill that surged through him at Dante's words. With determination, he started to ride Dante, clumsily at first but quickly finding a rhythm that had them both moaning and panting.

"That's it," Dante encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "You're doing so good for me."

The dirty talk fueled Felix's arousal, driving him to push himself further, to take control of the depth and pace. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the pleasure coursing through him drowned out any sense of shame. He focused on the feeling of Dante's thick cock inside him, the way it stretched and filled him just right.

Felix's heart raced, his mind a tangled snarl of thoughts, emotions, and desire. He was both terrified and exhilarated by the power he held in this moment, the control he had over Dante's pleasure.

The sensation of Dante's cock filling him was overwhelming, sending Felix into a dizzying world of need and want. He took a moment to adjust to the feeling, his breaths coming in short gasps, fingers digging into Dante's broad shoulders for support. As he slowly began to bounce atop Dante, he opened his eyes and was met with a sight that made his heart race even faster.

Dante's gaze was one of pure hunger and possessiveness as he stared at Felix, lips parted as if he never wanted this moment to end. The intensity of his stare sent shivers down Felix's spine, igniting a newfound confidence within him.

"Show me how much you want my cock," Dante repeated, his voice desperate and raw. "Show me how much you need this."

Felix surrendered to the command, letting go of his fears and insecurities. With each movement, Felix became more confident, his hips rolling and grinding against Dante's as they found a rhythm that sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through both of their bodies. The room was filled with the sounds of them, filthy and wonderful.

"God, you look so beautiful like this," Dante groaned, his hands gripping Felix's hips, guiding him. "I can't get enough of you, kid."

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