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Struggling to breathe evenly, my eyes glisten at the burn that comes with this. Knowing how much it’ll kill him if he sees me sniffling like a baby, I keep myself in check. Thankfully, he doesn’t make it any worse by trying to thrust.
Giving me time to adjust, seconds pass by. I take the chance to appreciate his face up close. There’s never been a time where I could do so without risking being seen. All of our interactions have been brisk. Not now. We have all the time in the world.
How in the world did I get so lucky to be with this man?
The events leading up to this moment were nothing but crazy. Still, I don’t think I’d change a single moment.
“I love you.” The words come out strained and soft, like a whisper in the wind.
Dante hears me loud and clear. He stares at me hard, his fingers curling against the blanket next to my hair. Leaning down, his teeth graze my throat.
“I have a coffee pot, I’ll make you a giant cup in the morning.” Placing one chaste kiss after another against my goosebump-riddled skin, his breath reaches my ear. “You say words like those, and I’m not going to want to let you leave this bed even after the sun rises. Nicola will have to send the twins to kidnap you again.”
Now is not the time to giggle. I shouldn’t entertain his idea but boy, it does sound tempting.
His hips move ever so slowly, dragging out of me before thrusting right back in. This time, I jerk. Not from pain, but from a diluted pleasure. He’s barely moved and I feel every inch. His words don’t help stop the tingles either.
I can’t find the words to argue, not when those slow circles grow in speed. His thumb makes the next two thrusts far easier than the first.
He starts moving faster when my moans reach his ears. Knowing the pain is long gone, he groans against my ear. Unlike my whisper, his words hit solid.
“I love you, Veronica. My future bride.” Leaving a mark on my throat, he claims my lips once more before thrusting his way into a blur.
I’ve never seen this man lose himself before, but with the motion of his hips and the wet sound of our skin meeting, this man isgone.
I’ll focus on the wife stuff later. Right now, I’m too busy filling the room with my moans when he pulls away.
Welcoming this new form of pleasure with open arms, I wrap my limbs around him. Crossing my ankles at his hips and digging my nails into his skin, I cling on for as long as possible. Even when the bubble inside threatens to burst at any moment, I try my hardest to hang on.
Unfortunately, I lose myself when his body shifts and he slams into adeliciousspot. One gasp is all it takes for him todiscover what he’s hit. Chasing the mark, he hits it with each determined thrust.
Closing my eyes, I get a rush of lightheadedness. Aching to see this man come undone, I pry them back open.
“Squeezing me to death,” he groans as my orgasm washes over my exhausted body. He keeps moving, his expression tight. His movements grow shallow and soon, his moan sounds like the best song I’ve ever heard.
A warmth fills my body, burning me up from the inside. With his slowed continuous thrusts, I feel the heat down to my very core.
When he pulls out, there’s this awful emptiness. Watching him leave the bed, my heart squeezes hard in my chest. I can’t ponder on it for too long, not when he’s busy picking me up bridal style.
“Need to clean you up,” he mumbles against my hair, “and change the bedding.”
As we move, I look over his shoulder at the bed. Cheeks burning at the sight of the ruffled blanket and the soaked fabric, I beat away the smile that tries crawling against my lips.
Personally, I like the smell clinging to the both of us. It leaves my body burning and having his scent soak into my skin is nothing to complain about. Still, he’s the one planting me onto his skin.
We make it to the bathroom and I get a short look at myself in the mirror. My skin is flushed with small marks. It’ll be fun covering those up tomorrow. Before I can memorize my reflection, he’s sitting me down on the sink.
We’re both a mess and in need of a washing. Taking in his messy hair and dilated eyes, I gasp when he tugs me to the edge of the sink and tucks himself between my legs.
He’s still hard.I’m going to have to put the work in to keep up with his endurance.
“What about the shower?” I ask, blushing when he takes in the view of my body once more.
“We’ll get there eventually.” When his lips curve into a smirk, butterflies crash around in my stomach. “The night is young.”
Meaning, this man is going to be the very death of me. I can’t be too shocked, not when he was supposed to be my executioner all that time ago. When I laugh to myself, he cocks a brow.
“Nothing,” I assure him, “I’m just happy.”
