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“Mine,” I growl as I thrust into her, pulling back out almost all the way.
“Yours,” she gasps, biting her lip.
I push back in. “Yo-urs.” My voice breaks, the word coming out gravelly. Like an ancient truth coming into light for the first time. “Nobody elses,Fata.” Fuck what is expected of me, I’ll die before I let her go.
“Mine.” Her lips part as a tear wells up in her eye.
I stop, leaning down and catching the tear with my lips just as it escapes. “I’ve got you,” I croak as her arms wrap around my neck, and she pulls me tighter, burying her face under my jaw. This is not me. Not how I usually am, dominant, unforgiving, demanding. But there’s time for that. Right now, she is the one in charge. This time, it needs to be on her terms. We’ll have a lifetime to play my games, I’ll make sure.
Alessa moves her hips against mine sliding up and down my length, more and more sure of her actions. I try to hold still, let her guide this, but there’s only so much restraint I possess, and within seconds I’m moving against her, meeting her push for push.
38
ALESSA
My whole body trembles with pleasure as Dante moves against me. The moans escaping me increase in volume the deeper the strokes. Nothing gets past him since straight away his hand wraps around my knee and pushes my leg up, the angle of his thrusts changing and making my eyes roll back with pleasure. He feels so good. But it’s not just his incredible cock, that fills me up so thoroughly I can barely breathe.
It’s everything. It’s the restraint I clearly saw on his face. The rapture when he slid inside me, and the care he showed me at every single step. This is not fucking. It’s not just sex. What’s happening between us is…lovemaking.
When I realised the depth of my feelings for him, I almost cried, partly from fear and partly from elation. Then Dante kissed my tears away, and I knew. I knew deep down he feels the same. It was the assurance I needed to keep going. The reason this feeling of pleasure is overwhelming me right now. There’s not an ounce of dread in me, no hesitation. This thing between us is right.
Dante speeds up, his hips moving faster, punctuated with a grind each time he bottoms out. I’m no longer able tohide in his neck as he pushes onto his arm and changes the angle once more, this time hitting a spot so deep inside me the moan which escapes me sounds foreign to my own ears.
“You like that, baby?” He does it again, and once again, I moan loudly, unable to control myself.
It’s all the confirmation he needs as he continues his strokes, not changing a thing about them, while my body grows hotter and hotter, sweat pooling between my breasts.
“Open your eyes, Alessa,” he demands, and I instantly follow his instruction, meeting his hooded eyes. “Good girl,” he rasps, pressing his lips together, the muscles on his neck straining as he moves in, out, in, out, the dark brown of his irises burning with unspoken words.
“Dante,” I cry out as unbelievable heat centres in my abdomen, all my muscles tensing, before shivers wrack my whole body as he hits a spot deep within me again and again. “Dante, Dante, Dante,” I chant as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. I can’t stop.
Itwon’t stop, because Dante isn’t stopping. In fact, he speeds up. Grinding against my clit with every push and making me come over and over again until I can see stars.
“Jesus fuck, Alessa,” he roars, his cock becoming even harder, if that’s possible. By the time his release comes, I’m pretty sure I am dead. Or passed out, my body still convulsing in ecstasy as he falls on top of me, breathing shallowly.
The last tremors of my climax wreck through me as Dante moves his hips one last time, before nuzzling his head next to mine.
I’m blind. And breathless. Alessandra Jones has checked out of this building—this body. There’s no chance in hell I’m moving my limp body any time soon, so having a Dante-shaped blanket on top of me is not such a bad thing.
“Wow,” I breathe after a minute, once I can finally speakagain. Dante hums in affirmation. “Is it always like this?” I ask, a hot blush creeping into my cheeks as I flaunt my inexperience.
Lifting up onto his arms and looking straight into my eyes, he chuckles, “Never, baby. It’s never been like this.”
Well, shit.
His gaze roams over my face and then down my body until he looks at where we’re joined. Instantly, he hardens again. Biting his lip, he watches himself slide out to the tip, then back in again. The coating of both of our climaxes making the movements slick.
“Shit,” I gasp when realisation dawns on me.
“Is everything okay, Alessa?” He stops, his eyes back on my face.
I bite my lip, unsure how to broach the subject.
“What is it?” he pushes.
“Condom,” I mumble. “We didn’t use one.”
He blinks. Once. Twice. “Well, hell. You’re right.”
