41. Dante
Dante
M y wife would be the death of me. In the best way possible.
The moment I’d set eyes on her, I’d known she’d be trouble. My trouble.
I hooked her legs around my waist and carried her into our bedroom.
Thank fuck I’d had the brilliant idea to burn every goddamn bed in this house.
I knew Juliette ordered another bedroom set for the guest room, but I bought out the manufacturer and then had them put a stop on her order. There’d be no other beds in this house.
I devoured her mouth like my life depended on it. Maybe it truly did. After all, it was only due to my devious plan that she was now here with me in our bed. If she ever learned of my schemes, I knew enough about Juliette to know she’d burn down the whole fucking city to get back at me.
Her curves fit perfectly in my hands, her soft skin like silk under my rough palms. Years of fantasizing about this wildling and it was even better than I had ever imagined it.
Juliette’s arms wrapped around my neck, tugging me closer to herself.
She tasted like sugarplums—my favorite treat—and home. My home.
The kind that I never had but always dreamed of. I tightened my grip on her hair, our mouths colliding like we were starved for each other. Our kiss was hard, demanding and possessive, tension coiling in our bodies. Unlike any other woman, Juliette matched me inch for inch.
Her fingers wove through my hair, tugging on it as her tongue tangled with mine. And those moans. They were soft whimpers, and so fucking addictive, going straight to my cock.
I sat on the bed. Her wet body flush against mine, rubbing like a cat against me. Not wanting to scare her, I remained sitting, cradling her in my arms.
I pinched her nipple and she arched into my touch.
“More,” she demanded on a groan. It wasn’t surprising she was greedy, demanding. She never feigned modesty, and I fucking loved that about her.
Pulling an inch away from her, both of us breathing heavily.
“Look at me,” I demanded. She peeled her eyes open and met my gaze, her mouth swollen from my kisses and parted in anticipation. “Are you okay if we lie on the bed?”
She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned closer to me, demanding another kiss. I granted it, unable to resist her. If she only knew what I’d do for her. What I’d give up for her. I was so fucking smitten, it wasn’t even funny.
Breaking away, I placed her on the bed and admired her beauty. Gleaming skin. Dark hair fanned over the white pillows. Face flushed with arousal. Eyes hazed with lust.
I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside of her so deep she’d never forget me. So if she ever learned about how I manipulated her into this marriage, she’d remember how good we were together. How perfectly we fit.
“No going back after this, Juliette,” I said, my words filled with gravel.
Confusion crossed her face. “What—”
“You’re my wife and I’m your husband,” I growled. “Until death do us part.” I palmed her breast and swept my thumb over her nipple. I lowered my head and licked her nipple. A shudder rolled through her. “Understood?”
I might have been using her desire to my advantage. I didn’t fucking care. I wanted her commitment. She wanted this as much as I did. Maybe she didn’t love me as obsessively as I did her, but she cared, that I knew for certain.
“Understood?” I asked.
“Yes.” She caved, pulling me onto the bed next to her. But not on top. She still feared missionary.
“You okay?” My balls ached but there was no fucking way I’d hurt her. Her needs were more important than mine.
Juliette arched her hips, grinding against my shaft. “Please don’t stop.”
I shifted off the bed, wanting to give her some space. Her terror would gut me and I didn’t want to smother her.
I stood at the foot of the bed when a whimpering protest left her lips.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assured her, my eyes locked on her. Her tongue swept over her bottom lip and my dick twitched, picturing that tongue on my cock.
“Be a good girl and touch yourself,” I ordered in a raspy voice. “Your breasts first. Show me what you like.”
A small shiver rippled through her body. My eyes traveled over one and then the other, caressing every inch of them.
I watched Juliette’s fingers tremble as she brought them up to her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers and then pinching them. Despite her blush, she didn’t take her eyes off me. She moaned my name, and it was just about enough to make me come right then and there.
My gaze dragged from her heavy, full breasts, over her curves to the sweet pussy glistening with her wetness.
“Now spread your legs wider and touch your pussy,” I rasped. “Show me how you get yourself off when you think about me.”
A deep blush bloomed across her body and up her chest, coloring her cheeks. It had only been a handful of times that I’d seen the stubborn woman blush. It had become my life’s purpose, seeing her ivory skin turn rosy.
I couldn’t wait to trace every inch of her with my tongue. Mark her with my teeth, and more than anything, I couldn’t wait to touch her. Claim her in every sense of the word so everyone knew who she belonged to.
Me.
One hand slid between her legs, her finger circling her clit, slowly at first but then faster and harder.
Soon, she was whimpering with pleasure. Her blue eyes flooded with lust and locked on me, her mouth falling open and her breathing turning shallow as she rubbed her clit and brought her other hand across to finger her pussy.
My cock was so hard it hurt. I needed her like the fucking air in my lungs. My eyes locked on her.
Fierce. Ravenous. Destructive.
Together we’d be a volcano. No doubt about it.
“You thinking of me, Wildling?”
She watched me through heavy eyelids. “Yes,” she moaned.
Fuck, the admission might have me spilling. I was so fucking close.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I growled.
Her tongue darted out, sweeping across her bottom lip. “I want you to tongue-fuck me.”
Shit. Juliette liked the dirty talk. It made sense she was the girl of my dreams.
“You want to come all over my face?”
She moaned as her fingers worked faster, her knees still splayed apart as her arousal trickled down her inner thigh. It made my mouth water. Her thighs trembled from her ministrations, her pleasure building.
“Tell me,” I growled.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I want to come all over your face.”
Satisfaction filled me. Hot and needy.
“I’m going to lick every single inch of you. Your mouth. Your breasts. Your cunt.”
Juliette’s head tilted back and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Yes, please.” The corners of my lips tugged up. It’d seem the only time my wife uttered that word was in the bedroom.
“You want me to fuck you?” Juliette shuddered at my question and her ocean gaze met mine. There was desire there but also a hint of worry. Maybe even fear. There’d be none of that between us. No fear. No hesitation.
“Whenever you want me to stop,” I said firmly, holding her gaze. “You just say it. You’re in control here. Got it?”
“Yes.”
She was such a force to be reckoned with. I understood now that my approach at securing our wedding would cause a horrible rift between us. So I’d prove to her that I would be good to her. Always. Nothing like my mother, who was cruel and hateful. Nothing like my father, who cheated.
But first, I’d have to ensure she never found out.
“Now tell me, who do you think about when you’re finger-fucking your pussy?” I demanded in a hoarse voice as I stood up and stalked to the bed, grasping her chin in one hand and forcing her to drown in my gaze in the same way I was in hers.
“You.”
“What. Am. I. Doing. To. You.”
“Fucking me,” she gasped.
I could smell her arousal, the slick sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy making obscene sounds.
“You want me in your cunt?” She nodded. “Your pussy wants to strangle my cock?” She swallowed, goosebumps breaking over her skin. Another nod. Not as sure. “Who’s in control here, Juliette?” When she didn’t answer, I pushed my hand into her thick auburn mane and gripped her hair. “Who?” I repeated.
“I am.”
“Good girl.” I would praise her until she started to believe it. “That’s right. You’re in control and we get to do only what you want.” Her cheeks flushed a deeper red. “Now tell me, how am I going to fuck you?”
The slick sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt mixed with our labored breathing.
“While I’m bent over the bed,” she answered, watching me under her thick lashes. “Or bathroom counter, so I can see you in the mirror, taking me from behind.”
“Fuck.” I’d blow my load if we continued with this. I released her hair and reached down, grabbing her wrist with my hand and forcing her to still. When she let out a protest, I chuckled. Darkly. “All your orgasms belong to me tonight.”
I took her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss and moved down her neck, over her collarbone, shoulders.
When I reached her breasts, I took her nipple in my mouth, sucked and licked until she was panting hard, her hips grinding against my thigh.
I tugged gently on her nipple with my teeth, while my hands roamed every inch of her body.
I couldn’t resist making my way between her thighs, finding her slick with desire. I pushed one finger inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” She was drenched, her insides clenching around my finger greedily.
“Please,” she begged, her skin burning underneath me. “I need… Oh, I—I need—”
Her hips arched off the bed, grinding against me frantically. I knew exactly what she needed, so I kissed my way down her stomach until I reached her pussy.
“Is this what you need?” I growled against her, nipping at her clit. She thrashed back against the pillow, grinding against my face. I pushed my fingers deeper inside her before I dragged them out, only to thrust them in again. Enough to bring her to the edge, but not enough to tip her over.
“Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. “Please, Dante.”