Page 63 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

“Hang on a minute,” I say, my eyes flashing.

“Baby, I don’t want to live without you,” Dante says, coming closer. I step away and my back hits a coconut palm. I have nowhere to go.

Dante holds my face in his hands, and he is gentle and soft.

“You’re the love of my life, baby.”

I don’t know what to say, and a lone word comes out, “But…”

“We’ll have to get married before we have children. It’s the Italian way. But only after some travel.”

“What?” I gasp.

Dante’s powerful body is close, and his presence is making my heart pound. His hands on my face are intense. Thumbs rub my cheeks, and my nipples pebble…

Again.

“You need to get used to being her,” he says. “My woman. My love. My wife.”

My mouth is open, but no sounds come out… Then…

“But you…”

Dante kisses me, and my last walls crumble.

“I love you, and for the rest of my life, I will protect you,” he says between kisses. “I adore you, Raven. And I promise you, I will worship you every second of every day.”

“And if I say no?” I say, panting, his lips on mine. Dante steps back, and he watches me closely. “And maybe I have some of my own demands.”

Dante crosses his arms, and he fights not to smirk. “And they are?”

“It’s not that I want to be claimed by anyone else,” I say, full of nerves. “But you’re my first and if you want me to be the last, I need to… experience it all.” My heart pounds and thank God we are alone.

If I didn’t have the mile around me in all directions, I’d never have the guts to say what I’m about to. “I want you to show me and teach me everything. All you know. Everything!”

There is silence and Dante’s eyes darken. I know he has always held back. I know he has fucked in far more ways than he’s shown me. I want to match him and explore things together.

“It makes sense, and it’s only fair,” I say. “You cannot tell me it doesn’t. Everything you’ve experienced sexually, you try on me and with me. We explore together, and if I’m not comfortable with… it, I’ll tell you, but if we go through life together, we go through it all .”

I can tell his mind is at work because he lifts his chin an inch. As his chest rises, he inhales to talk.

“A deal, but we’ll take a lot of it slow.”

I gulp and beam inside. Dante is mine again and from now on, we’ll be one and experience everything together.

Being semi-naked and topless while he is in the suit is making my clit throb.

I step closer, and I speak low. “And I need an idea of what to… expect. Just so I know what I’m getting myself into.”

Dante watches me close, and he holds my hips against his. He looks down protectively even if I feel his now hard cock against my stomach.

“All I will tell you is, I promise not to share you, and we will never use cameras. I’ll also never hurt you.”

“Unless… unless I want to be hurt a little,” I say. “Like spanking. And maybe some leather riding crop action.”

Dante smiles. “You really are a kinky little minx.”

I giggle, embarrassed. “No, I’m not… well, not really.” We both laugh like our old selves. “I also have a few more things I want to try,” I say.

“Like?” my future husband asks below the palm tree.

“Sex in all kinds of places.”

“I take it you don’t mean anal again?”

“No, not just… there,” I say, smacking him, embarrassed, but laughing. “I mean against more walls, on tables, cars, wherever. And wearing more colorful clothes while fucking, like high heels, kinky lingerie, masks, and maybe some… some leather boots.”

My man’s eyes darken. “I am sure I can oblige.”

“I also want to be… tied up,” I say, getting wet.

Dante lifts my chin, and his voice is deep and slow.

“So, let me get this right. My wife to be wants me to worship and adore her. And also tie her to tables, trees, walls, and fuck her tight little pussy hard as she wears all manner of kinky things? And maybe at times claim her hungry mouth and tight butt?”

I nod and bite my lip.

I’m wet and turned on. Dante’s eyes darken, and he looks down. He can see my nipples pebbling, and he plays with one.

I gasp and pant.

“Just remember,” I say. “At times I’ll do whatever you want and be your submissive. Other times, I may want to take whatever I want… from you.”

Dante growls, and his eyes glint. “As a sign of goodwill, I need to taste you.”

Our eyes lock, and I know what he means. I slide a hand inside my bikini bottoms, and I swipe my wet folds.

I know we are alone on the island, and Dante holds my chin.

“That good, baby?”

I nod, needing him inside me.

“Inside,” Dante growls. “Deep inside.”

I slide two fingers into my wet pussy, and I whimper. I start to pant and Dante growls, “Enough.”

I lift my slick fingers, and my man takes them in his mouth. As I slide them in and out of his sinful lips, I know I won’t last to the hotel. Or to the back of the chopper to have him take me.

I withdraw my fingers, look around, and I pull off my bikini bottoms. I walk into the small section of jungle nearby, and I watch Dante pull off his tailored suit.

I run across the sand, through the sun and palms, and I know what to do. A few more steps ahead, I hold onto the thick trunk, and I spread my tanned legs.

As Dante steps behind me, he twists my hair around in a rope.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

I want to answer, but I feel his cock slide against my wet folds. Then a thumb on my clit.

I whimper as he circles my clit, and I begin to pant. I need him inside me fast.

“Talk later,” I say, panting. “Fuck now!”

Minutes later, Dante forces himself all the way in. I moan like an animal, and he slides all the way out. As Dante slides all the way back in, he yanks me onto his cock, hard. I moan long and slow.

As Dante fucks me, he holds my hair and circles my clit. I’m not going to last long, and he knows it. “I love you, baby,” Dante says, inches from my ear.

I love him too, but all I can say while in the zone is, “Shut… shut up… and fuck me.”

It’s a stupid thing to say because my teacher goes all business, and he drives in hard.

He takes me like a brute, and he takes me like never before.

I feel a saliva-covered thumb at my rear entrance, and it causes me to shatter and buck.

Seconds later, Dante cries my name, and he empties himself into me, holding me close.

Just before I crumble into a pile of limbs, he scoops me up and carries me into the lagoon.

Dante holds me in his arms as my heart rate and breathing slows, and our eyes finally meet.

“You were saying?”

I laugh and hold his face in my hands. “I love you. I love you, baby.”

“And I you.”

We kiss and it’s perfect. Like us.