59. Dante
Dante
S he loves me.
Nothing and nobody mattered but those three little words. From her. My little wildling wife.
Trouble and happiness became one and the same for me. The devil in disguise. A fallen angel with broken wings. The two of us—ruined, untamed, and desperate for each other.
It was who Juliette DiLustro was. And she was mine. I broke every single traffic rule speeding from the hotel across town back to our home, holding her hand in mine. When I had to shift the gears in my grandfather’s car, I put her palm on my thigh, and to my fucking delight, she left it there.
I scooped her up into my arms the moment we jumped out of the car. She giggled, the soft melodious sounds warming my chest. It was the only thing I wanted and cared about.
My wife’s happiness and contentment. That made me happy.
“I feel like a bride,” she remarked, smiling. Her face was buried in the crook of my neck, her lips skimming across my skin.
We barely made it through our bedroom door when I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slammed it behind me with my foot, then crushed my lips to hers. She moaned. I grunted. A shudder rolled through me. The kiss was deep, fierce and consuming. Desperate.
She dragged a hand down my body and fisted the hem of my shirt in her grip. Pulling slightly away, her blue eyes met mine, shining brightly like stars in a clear night sky. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted.
“W-what?” she questioned, her lips back on my neck and moving as she murmured, “Please don’t tell me you want to take it slow now. I might burst.”
A choked laugh escaped me. She was the only one who could make me laugh. I wrapped my hand around her long hair and pulled her back so I could see her eyes. Her expression. Our faces were so close I could see her dilated pupils and the blush warming her cheeks.
“Do you need to take it slow?” I grunted. “We have all the time in the world.”
Beneath my fingers, her body quivered. My hard cock strained against the zipper of my pants. And my heart… Jesus Christ… it thumped erratically in my chest. Needing this. Needing her . That organ had been beating in my chest only for her for as long as I could remember.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t need to take it slow,” she whispered, leaning into my touch as I grazed my thumb down the length of her throat before sweeping it back up, caressing her.
“Do you want to cuff me?” I offered. Her breath hitched and satisfaction curled through me, a pleasure wrought from the darkest depths of hell until it felt like heaven.
In my entire life, I had never been cuffed until she came into my world.
I feared if I ever got arrested, I’d get a boner because it would remind me of her.
“No cuffs,” she murmured, her grip on the fabric tightening. “Let’s see what you can do with your hands, husband.”
I hissed out a breath at the coy flirtation. God, this woman! She was brave, strong, loyal. Everything I needed.
I sat down on the bed, Juliette on my lap.
“If you change your mind, you tell me.” When she blinked her lustful eyes in confusion, I added, “About cuffing me.”
Then I captured her mouth again, stealing her breath away. Just the way she stole my heart. I wanted to own her. Possess all her moans and shudders.
My free hand traveled down her back, sinking south to the base of her spine. I squeezed her ass and then twisted her around, yanking her blue dress over her head. She took initiative and did the same with her tights, yanking them off. It left her in a bra and panties, looking like temptation.
My wife.
“Your clothes,” she murmured. “Off.” She didn’t have to say it twice.
Shifting her onto our bed, she watched me, kneeling and waiting.
The sight was so fucking submissive, it made my balls ache.
I had never stripped off so fast in my entire life.
A small smile played around her lips, and when I raised my eyebrow, she said, “I have never seen anyone strip so efficiently.”
I leaned forward and nipped her bottom lip, my hands coming around her back and unclipping her bra. “That’s me, Wildling. Efficient. Now, get rid of your panties.”
She shifted on the bed and took her panties off. On her hands and knees, I couldn’t resist tapping her ass with the palm of my hand. Not hard, but strong enough to leave a mark on her pale skin.
Her moan shattered the silence in the room. She didn’t jump to her feet. Didn’t hide her ass from me. Instead, I watched in amazement as her ass pinkened, pushing back into my touch.
She turned her head, meeting my gaze over her shoulder. “Again.”
“What?” I husked in surprise. Her shoulders trembled when I leaned forward, draping my front over her spine. Her mouth curved into a smirk. The dare burned in her blue eyes. Kiss me. Ruin me. Love me.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” she said, her tone husky. Tempting. Her ass thrust back into the palm of my hand. “Again.”
The temptation was like liquid heat in my veins. The skin tightened across my back and my cock throbbed with the raw need. Precum glistened on the tip of my shaft, ready for her tight pussy. I feared my control would snap.
I spanked her round, rosy ass again. Another moan. I could come, just from this. Her sounds and the visual of my handprint on it.
She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze trailing down my body and lingering on my cock. Her blue eyes darkened.
“I love you, Dante. I want to burn with you. Feel you. Talk to you. Sleep with you. Just you.” Fuck.
With my head pounding—both of them—I slipped my hand, fingers spread wide, over her throat.
I angled her head to the left and then trailed my mouth over the sensitive skin behind her ear.
A shudder tore through her, and her head fell forward with a moan.
“I love you, Wildling. It’s always been you.”
My cock pressed against her ass and she ground against it while I tugged her earlobe between my teeth, then lower, a bite to the juncture of her throat and shoulder. A shuddering moan slipped from her lips and her hips rocked backward against my hand. Needy and wanting.
For me. Just for me.
“Don’t move,” I ordered.
But, Juliette being Juliette, she flipped her hair over one shoulder and the fire in her eyes challenged me. Taunted me.
“Or what?”
I wrapped my fist around her strands, tugging her so close that her lips parted beneath mine.
“Or I’ll stop.” Although truthfully, I didn’t think I could.
Her lips curved in a dazzling smile. The kind she never fucking gave me.
“You said you’ll make me happy,” she drawled, her tone breathless. “If you stop, that won’t make me happy.”
Deliberately, I lingered for a few heartbeats, baiting her, tempting her, torturing us both, before growling, “I’m going to bend you over and turn your ass red.”
Her cheeks flushed bright red. “Promises, promises.” She wiggled her ass, then shifted around. “Want me to get in position and wait?”
My mouth dried as I watched her climb onto the pillows and push her ass up in the air. Tinted pink. Her glistening pussy in my full view. It was mine for the taking. She was mine.
“Burn with me, Dante,” she begged, licking her lips. Fuck. I couldn’t resist her. I’d burn with her at the expense of the entire world. Nothing and nobody mattered to me—just her. She asked me to burn with her and I’d do just that.
My hands on her hips, I admired the beautiful view. My handprint on her ass. Her graceful back arched. The view called to the raw part of me that wanted only her. She belonged only to me.
Mine to pleasure, mine to take, and mine to ruin.
Keeping my legs spread, I dragged her ass backward and a small gasp tore from her lips when her ass brushed against my rock-hard erection. Sweeping my hands down the length of her smooth legs. Then I brought them around, hungry to feel every single inch of her body under my palms.
She was breathing heavily. My mouth against her ear, I whispered my praise.
“You’re so beautiful, Wildling. And all mine.
” She whimpered. “I’m going to touch every inch of you.
” I brought my fingers around and took her peaked nipple between them, pinching the sensitive nub.
She moaned, low and throaty. “You will tell me if you get scared. Understood?”
Her answering whimper shattered through me. It wasn’t fear. It was pure, raw lust.
Flicking her nipple one last time, I flattened my hand and skimmed the length of her stomach.
She had a beautiful body, made for fucking.
My hands trailed over her abdominal muscles, then the curves of her waist. Her desperate gasp when I bypassed her pussy and trailed my fingers down her inner thigh was her only complaint.
It surprised me because patience and Juliette didn’t belong in the same room. If my balls didn’t ache so badly, I’d laugh. There was something so raw about Juliette trusting me to reward her.
I traced my fingers back up, up, up, so close to where we both wanted them, before veering south all over again. A frustrated noise vibrated in her throat but no other words came.
“What do you want?” I murmured. I brushed my mouth over her hot skin, the back of her neck, then her spine. She whimpered and moaned, grinding against me, but she didn’t answer.
“Cat got your tongue?” I moved my hand from her thigh and slapped her lightly against her aching pussy. Right above her clit. She screamed my name. “Tell me,” I demanded.
Her entire body shuddered. “Your hand… on my pussy,” she whimpered.
I cupped her core, easing the burn. She was drenching my fingers. I could feel her throbbing for my cock. I dipped my fingers through her wetness, feeling her walls clench around them.
“P-please,” she said, her head falling back.
I pulled out my fingers and brought them to her plump lips. “Taste yourself.”
She obeyed immediately, her lips parting and her tongue flicking against them as she wrapped her mouth around my fingers and sucked them deep.
A groan reverberated through my chest. I fucking wanted her mouth on my cock, but I wouldn’t last. I wanted her pleasure first. She ground down, her ass circling over my crotch.
Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I reached down for her pussy again.
My wet fingers found her clit, applying pressure, circling it faster and harder.
Then I plunged two fingers deep inside her. “Dante,” she moaned. “Oh… my… God.”
I curled my fingers within her. Pressed my thumb down on her clit. A cry wrestled from her throat and I knew it’d be my end.
“Please, Dante,” she pleaded. “I want you inside me.”
I pulled my fingers away, then flipped her over on her back and lined her pussy up with my cock. I slid myself against her drenched folds, her heat tempting me. Her hips arched, dipping the tip of it into her greedy pussy.
She held my gaze. No traces of panic. No ghosts. Just her and I.
Her nod was all the assurance I needed. Her hands around me, her fingernails at my back, I thrust inside her, filling her to the hilt. My groan. Her moan. Our tortured souls.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I grunted. Her eyes were still on me, half-lidded and full of lust. “Ready?”
“Please, yes,” she whimpered and I was lost.
I gripped her throat and started moving. I pulled out, only to slam into her again. The only sound filling the space was flesh against flesh, both of us lost in each other and speechless. She felt like heaven, the closest I’d ever get to God. I fucked her so hard, I feared I’d break her.
I watched in amazement as Juliette shuddered beneath me, her pleasure-glazed eyes on me, urging me to go faster and deeper.
Until I fell apart right alongside my wife.
Because the two of us… we belonged together. The two of us, we fit perfectly.