Page 22 of His to Protect

"Please, Dante," he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Don't stop."

"Never," Dante vowed, his eyes locking onto Felix's, promising him the world in that single, heated gaze.

Felix's heart hammered in his chest as he braced his hands against Dante's rock-hard pecs, feeling the heat radiate from the man beneath him. With each confident thrust upward and downward movement of his own hips, Felix discovered a newfound power within himself. He rode Dante faster and harder, losing himself in the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, Felix," Dante growled, dark eyes glinting with lust. "Ride me just like that. You're incredible."

Driven by Dante's encouraging words, Felix continued to push himself, sweat glistening on his brow as he focused on the sensation of being filled so completely by the man beneath him. Dante's strong hands gripped Felix's hips, guiding him even as he thrust up to meet Felix's movements. The intensity of their connection grew with each thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through Felix's body. His cock throbbed painfully as it smacked against his stomach, aching for release.

"Please," Felix whimpered, voice strained. "I'm so close, Dante. I need..."

"Come for me, baby," Dante commanded, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Let me see you."

The permission to climax shattered Felix's last shred of restraint. His orgasm rocketed through him, leaving him breathless as he spilled onto Dante's chest, his body convulsing with every wave of ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes," Dante swore. His grip on Felix's hips tightening as he continued to pound into the younger man. The raw, animalistic force behind each thrust sent shivers down Felix's spine, the sensation teetering between pleasure and overstimulation.

"Too much," Felix gasped, his body still reeling from his orgasm. "Dante, I can't..."

"Shh," Dante soothed, his voice a stark contrast to the power of his thrusts. "I'll take care of you."

Although Felix's body was sensitive and overwhelmed, he couldn't deny the desperate need that still sparked within him – the need for Dante's touch, his control, his dominance. Felix clung to the man beneath him, willing himself to endure the intensity of their connection.

As Dante continued to fuck him through the aftershocks, Felix realized just how deeply he'd fallen for this dangerous, enigmatic mafia enforcer. The thought terrified him, but in this moment, surrounded by Dante's heat and strength, he couldn't imagine a safer place to be.

Felix bit his lip, eyes locked onto Dante's face as the mafia enforcer neared his climax. The primal, unrestrained lust etched into Dante's features sent a shiver down Felix's spine. His brow furrowed with concentration, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as he continued to thrust up into Felix. Dante's strong jaw clenched, and his dark eyes bore into Felix with an intensity that made him feel both vulnerable and cherished.

"Fuck, Felix..." Dante groaned, his voice gravelly and strained. "You're gonna make me..."

With a final, deep thrust, Dante let out a guttural moan as he came inside Felix. His body tensed and then relaxed in the aftermath, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

As their heartbeats began to slow, Felix collapsed on top of Dante, his head resting on the older man's broad chest. Their skin was slick with sweat, the air in the room heavy with the scent of sex and desperation. Felix stared at the ceiling, his mind racing.

There was a mafia mercenary in his bed, a man who had brought raw, primal pleasure like Felix had never experienced before. And though he knew the danger that Dante represented, he couldn't deny the profound connection that had formed between them – a connection that left him yearning for more.

"Hey," Dante murmured, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Felix's back. "You okay?"

Felix hesitated, his heart aching with the knowledge that this moment couldn't last. That eventually, they'd have to face the reality of their separate worlds. But for now, he allowed himself to indulge in these stolen moments, to dream of what could be if their circumstances were different.

"Yeah," he whispered, forcing a small smile. "Just thinking."

As Felix lay there, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened, Dante suddenly slipped out of the bed. As Felix stared, he began to get dressed. The mafia enforcer moved with a practiced efficiency, his muscles flexing beneath the low light filtering through the curtains.

"Wait," Felix called out hesitantly, feeling a sudden surge of panic. "What are you doing?"

Dante glanced over at him, his expression unreadable. "I'm getting dressed," he replied simply, his voice low and gravelly.

"But... why?" Felix stammered, unable to hide the disappointment in his tone.

"I told you, I had some time to kill. I've got to get back to work."

"Oh." Something inside of Felix felt numb. What had he been expecting: a proposal? "I see."

"Oh yeah, here," Dante said. He pulled out his wallet. "For you."

Felix watched in confusion as Dante took out a sizable stack of money and placed it on the bedside table. His heart dropped as he realized what was happening.

Dante didn't see this as love, or even mutual desire. To him, Felix was nothing more than a paid distraction – a whore.

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