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I wanted to believe it. I wanted to believe that he could save me from my life and that I would only wake to his face from here on out.

Right then . . . That was the truth. But when this was done, when I was passed back . . . This would be nothing but a fuzzy dream that I could escape to.

“That's right, Princess, you're mine. And I'm going to make you mine again and again till you can't feel your legs. Do you like the way that sounds? Do you want me to take you and keep you for myself?”

Rocking my hips against his lower stomach, his thumb flicked my swelling button, making me shiver. “Please . . . Please make me yours. Keep me, keep me here and never let me go.” Reaching my hand back, I gripped his shaft and stroked it from base to tip.

He was solid, thick, and growing harder by the second. Pushing him between my ass, I let him grind against my tight, puckered hole.

I was so fucking turned on, I wanted him to fuck me anyway and anyplace he desired. If he wanted my pussy he could have it, if he wanted my ass, that was his too.

He could take me however he desired and I knew in the end I'd only be begging him for more.

“Princess, I already claimed you as mine before all this.” Dante's hand squeezed my ass, his finger teasing the entrance, slipping in up to the first knuckle then pulling away swiftly.

My sex was on fire. I was drenched, seeping arousal all over his lower belly, and into his thick mane. Rolling my hips, my pussy rocked and pumped over his skin.

Lifting his back off the bed, Dante grabbed me by my shoulders, pressing my tits into his chest. His lips found every ounce of skin, dancing up my neck and to my mouth. With his hands firmly planted against my back, he used his legs to lift me up.

In one quick thrust, he was deep inside me. I could feel him hitting me in the stomach, his big cock driving harder and deeper as I rode his length.

There was a sharp pain that pierced my pussy, quickly melting away as my walls formed around his member. Being a virgin had been worth it. Experiencing Dante was a dirty pleasure come true.

Bucking his hips, he met my pace as I lifted and lowered. Digging my knees into the mattress, I held his shoulders tight. My pussy clenched hard around his dick, squeezing his shaft to keep him buried inside me. My orgasm was building, turning my skin hot.

Sweat had started to run down my back and sides, pooling at the crease of my hips. Our bodies were slipping over each other as he fingered my ass while we fucked.

And it felt incredible. There was extra pressure against my clit as his finger dipped in and out. Moaning loud, my muscles tensed as the rush came in and swept me away.

The bed squeaked as he pounded over and over into my pussy. The creaks were a mix of metal springs and loud heated breaths. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck, holding on so I wouldn't collapse.

I wanted to feel him, all of him. From his pulse, to his heart beat, to the air that filled his chest. My fingers raked and clawed at his damp skin and sweat drenched hair. I couldn't stop touching him.

Dante's lips hovered over my ear, his words built off air and greed. “You are mine, and no one will touch you ever again.” Shortening his thrusts, I felt his cock pulse inside me. A deep growl hit my ears as his head fell onto my chest.

His dick thickened and jerked inside my body. A warm surge filled my sex, his come spilling and heating me from within.

He came in me. And I didn't stop him. I wanted it. I wanted to feel him and his pleasure.

And right then that's what I needed.

Because tomorrow could bring sorrow and death.

But today I gave myself to him completely.