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His breaths came ragged, eyes shut tight as he lost himself in the taste and feel of her, worshipping her with relentless devotion.
She writhed beneath him, hips lifting in an instinctive, desperate rhythm—but he pinned her firmly down, mouth angled perfectlyas his tongue circled, flicked, then dipped lower before returning to that precious spot.
“Ahhh…” she cried out, voice breaking, trembling with need.
Still, he didn’t relent. The hunger in his mouth grew fiercer, more demanding, sucking harder as her body trembled violently beneath him.
“Please…” her voice cracked, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, the flood of sensation overwhelming.
Then, she shattered.
The wave of orgasm crashed through her, shaking her to the core. Her legs quaked, hips bucked wildly—but he held her, worshipping her release with fierce, maddening precision, sucking and flicking her swollen bud until she was nothing but trembling, broken fire beneath him.
“Dante…” she whimpered, her body arching again, wrists tugging desperately against the ties, trying to escape the overwhelming flood of pleasure. But he was relentless.
His tongue flicked her clit again and again, hungry and insistent, while his hands locked her thighs open, holding her captive in the fire he was stoking.
She came again—her back arching, every muscle pulsing, her cries ragged and breathless. But he didn’t ease up.
“Dante, please…” she begged, voice trembling, tears slipping down her cheeks as a third orgasm crashed over her before the second had even faded.
A sob broke free, legs shaking uncontrollably, one of them wrapping weakly around his back, as if to anchor herself against the storm inside her. But there was no running—not from him,not when he was starving for her, his mouth claiming her as if she was the only thing that could ever satisfy his hunger.
Her lips parted, tongue flicking over them nervously, gaze drifting from his fierce face down to the defined line of his throat—then lower, to the sculpted muscles of his chest and the powerful frame stretched out beside her.
His breathing was heavy, uneven. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes flicked down, catching the sight of his hard length resting heavily against the bed. Her breath hitched.
When she dared to meet his eyes again, the realization hit her—he had been watching her all along. Every glance she had thrown his way, every flicker of heat in her gaze, mirrored in his own dark, intense, utterly shameless eyes.
Without hesitation, he dipped his head back down to her chest, lips capturing the peak of her breast with a slow, aching pull. A soft cry escaped her lips as his mouth worked her over, tongue circling and teasing, while his rough, warm fingers trailed down her arms.
They slipped from her palms, gliding along her wrist, tracing the curve of her side until they reached her waist. Her body trembled under his touch, anticipation coiling tighter until her breath came in short, shallow gasps.
Then his hand shifted lower, fingers spreading across her stomach, stroking slow and reverent. His mouth followed, trailing heat down her torso until his lips pressed a gentle kiss to the soft skin of her belly. Each flick of his tongue sent shivers rippling through her, making her arch helplessly.
She trembled beneath him, wrists straining, breath hitching as he looked up, watching her unravel under his touch. His body moved over hers with a low, growling hunger in his throat.
He reached down, gripping himself—thick, hard, pulsing in his palm. A strained breath escaped as he guided himself between her thighs, dragging his tip slowly along her slick folds.
Her breath caught—eyes wide, lashes fluttering—as he leaned in, lips brushing hers in a soft, claiming kiss. Then—
He pushed inside.
A sharp gasp tore from her mouth as her back arched, legs instinctively tightening around his hips. He groaned low and deep, heat flooding through him as her warmth wrapped him, drawing him in inch by inch until he was buried completely.
“Dante…” she breathed, voice breaking, every fiber of her surrendering to him.
“Shh,” he whispered against her lips, his hand cupping her face gently yet possessively. “I’ve got you.”
He pulled back just enough before thrusting forward again—slow, controlled, deep. Her head fell back against the pillow, body tightening as waves of pleasure crashed over her with every movement. He moved over her like he was claiming every inch, hips grinding deeper with growing urgency.
Her moans spilled out. Soft, breathless, desperate.
“Look at me,” he growled, voice rough and low. She opened her eyes, locking into his burning gaze. “I want to see you when you fall apart.”
Chapter 5 A Wife
Her fingers curled into the sheets, nails digging in. His pace deepened—each stroke rough, each thrust sending tremors through her. His hand slid down between them, fingers seeking that sensitive spot, circling, teasing until her whole body tensed with pressure she couldn’t hold back.