Page 68 of Do It For Me

“I need… I n-need you to f-fuck me.”

He laughs.

“I can’t hear you.”

He pinches my clit, and a sharp squeal escapes my lips.

“I need… I need your cock inside me. Please, Dante. Fill me up—ruin me.”

He thrusts inside me, and I arch my back, surrendering to him completely.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.”

He fucks me hard, barely giving me time to breathe. I cry out his name as he drives into me harder and faster with every move.

This is too much. He has always been too much for me. How can I ever give back everything he makes me feel?

He releases my arms, his hands sliding over my breasts, then down to my thighs, as he leans into me.

I grab his face just as I shatter around him.

“Squeeze that cunt, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that.”

He locks eyes with me as I tear away his mask. My hand cups his cheek, and his rhythm slows.

I trace my fingertips along his scars, and he mirrors the gesture on my face, his touch soft.

My chest tightens, my heart threatening to burst.

“I-I… Dante, I—”

Doubt creeps in. What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I’m still not enough for him? I don’t even understand why he wants me...

No. He has told me he loves me. So why am I so terrified of having my heart broken? We’re getting married tomorrow—us. No one else.

“Something’s wrong?”

A tear slips down my cheek, and I pull him closer, pressing my lips to his. I taste him deeply, savouring the kiss with such eagerness that I hardly recognise myself.

I’ve become someone entirely new with him, and I never want to return to the person I was before.

He makes me better.

“I love you so much, Dante,” I whisper. “Please… don’t break me.”

“Oh, cara mia.”He quickens his pace, his mouth capturing every gasp and moan.“Ti amerò anche quando il mio cuore smetterà di battere.16”

Tears trail freely down my face, but I can’t help the soft laugh that escapes, my joy spilling out as I kiss him again.

He makes love to me until we’re both utterly spent, too exhausted to move. Yet we remain entwined, cuddling, gazing at each other.

This is the closest I will ever come to heaven.

It’s been a few hours since we tucked ourselves into bed. I’m too anxious to sleep.

This is my last day as a Müller. Tomorrow, I’ll be a Cassano.

Tomorrow will be the happiest day of my life.