Chapter 42
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We landed back at the house, and before I caught my breath, Dante was dragging me outside, into the small garden.
Heat poured off him in great, sweltering waves; his shirt had holes burned through it, giving me a perfect view of his rippling muscles and powerful torso. The scars that had been glowing. As if they were edged in fire.
He kicked the door closed behind us, pacing like a caged animal, tangled dark hair framing his wild blue eyes and a face twisted in pain or fear—or both.
“What just happened?” I demanded because, honestly, there was too much to process right now, between the fact we’d just burned every bridge with Emilia and the fact my husband had practically caught fire.
Oh, and was apparently powerful enough to casually drop the oldest, most powerful wards in our Dynasty.
“I…” He squeezed his eyes closed. “Something happened to me in the Fossa.” His voice was so low, I had to strain to hear him. “I tried to warn you.” He shook his head back and forth. “I should leave. I should…”
I captured his face between my hands, forced him to stop. “Look at me, Dante. You’re not leaving. I don’t know what’s going on, but walking away won’t solve this, and I’d just hunt you down and drag you back home, so really, it’s just a wasted effort.”
He stared down at me, and I lost my breath.
Flames burned around his blue irises, as if the ocean had caught fire.
I brushed my lips across his, intending to calm him down, to make him stop looking so…
feral, and then my back was flat against the brick wall, and he was staring down at me with an intense, hungry expression I couldn’t begin to decipher, one that sent a tremor of panic—and lust—straight through me.
His mouth crashed down on mine in a kiss so demanding, so dominant, so claiming, I melted into a puddle of instant, aching need. He didn’t stop until I was moaning into his mouth, dizzy from the force of his tongue and his lips, as he devoured me like neither of us needed air to breathe.
“Get these off,” he muttered gruffly, tugging at my waistband, and I no sooner got them undone than he peeled them down my legs, squeezing a handful of my ass.
I kicked away my wet boots, yanked the jeans the rest of the way off, clawing at his shirt, ripping it off in shreds as he tore away my panties in one brutal move.
I shoved my hand down the front of his pants, fingers circling his stiff cock and stroking hard as he grunted, hips bucking uncontrollably.
I made a little sound of encouragement, slicking precum up and down his shaft.
As he fucked my hand, he pushed his thumb into my mouth.
“Suck.” I sucked until my cheeks hollowed out and his eyes rolled back in his head before he yanked it out and took my mouth again in a searing kiss.
Two big, blunt fingers slipped through my wet pussy, then plunged inside my cunt, pumping hard and fast, fucking me as he plundered my mouth, one hand wrapped around my throat to hold me still as I bucked, trying to coax those fingers deeper.
Gabriel or Nico could come out here. They would see us like this, animals, so desperate to fuck, we aren’t even capable of words, just feral sounds.
It didn’t matter.
I wanted him to eat me alive. Burn me up. Crawl inside my skin and never let me go.
Dante held me in place, fingers tightening around my throat as he ripped open his pants, his cock springing out, hard and hot and ready. I grinned. He snarled, cupped his other hand under my ass, and lifted me, then entered me in one vicious thrust, nailing me to the wall.
I shivered as he fucked me, hard and fast, pistoning his cock into me so deep, I couldn’t fucking breathe, only take what he was giving me, letting him wreak his beautiful violence on my body as I combusted into a ball of seething need.
I sobbed out his name, clinging to his shoulders, nails dug in deep enough to draw blood, the hand around my throat tightening until darkness colored the edges of my vision.
The garden—the world—disappeared, blood pounded through me, an ocean of voracious, wanting need that had me moaning out his name.
I’d never felt so… owned.
“That’s it, tesoro, fucking come for me. Come for your husband, come all over my big cock. What a good girl, letting me fuck your wet, tight cunt. I’m going to fill you with my seed, and then I’m taking you to the bedroom, and I’m fucking you again, until you’re dripping with me.”
My orgasm ripped me apart and swallowed me whole.
I disappeared into a vortex of pure pleasure, my core clenching around him as he drove his cock in over and over in a frenzy, as he whispered all the dirty, dirty things he planned to do to me against my ear.
I imploded into a thousand broken pieces, wondering if I’d ever be whole again after this.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back long enough, I saw his eyes again.
Not a hint of blue left. They looked like balls of flame.
Then he dropped his head and slammed back in, groaning as he came, his cock pulsing inside me, holding me in place as he pumped me full until warmth seeped out between us, coating my thighs.
For a moment, neither of us said a word.
I was shell-shocked. Shaking from the force of what just happened. From the feeling that hadn’t been… Dante.
“Are you okay?” he asked roughly, his hand still around my throat, but his hold had gentled, stroking my vein with his thumb as he peered into my eyes. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
There was no hint of flames in his gaze, nothing but ocean blue, and I relaxed.
“I…” I paused, gathering my thoughts, which was like collecting a thousand splintered parts and piecing them back together. “I’m good.”
My body was limp, my legs wrapped around his hips. Dante was still inside me, his cock already getting hard again, stretching out my swollen core with a delicious pressure I probably shouldn’t like as much as I did. He started to move again, sliding in and out, a sensual glide smoother than velvet.
And gods, I was so wet, and he was so big, this felt sublime.
“Dante, what is going on?” I closed my eyes, drifting on this tide of pleasure, the way we fit together so perfectly. “You can talk to me, you know.”
“Later,” he murmured. “I’m taking you upstairs and filling you up again. Then it’s my turn to give you a bath.” He nipped my throat. “And once I have you at my mercy, tesoro, you’re going to forget all your questions.”