Chapter 19 #2
I do my exercises at home now instead of going in, officially graduating from PT. My shoulder may never feel totally the same, according to the doctors, and chronic pain seems like something I’m going to have to live with, but life is moving forward.
It’s the weekend before Valentine’s Day when Dante picks me up to go to his family’s mansion.
“You sure you’re feelin’ up for this?” he asks me when we’re over halfway there.
I chuckle. “If I wasn’t ready, I wouldn’t be in this car, babe,” I tell him. “Besides, I’d feel bad about disappointing all of your family who are waiting for us.”
I fidget with the hem of my coat and stare out at the snowy road. It’s dark out, the high beams are on, and the snow is heavy, but I feel safe with Dante driving.
“They’d get over it,” he mumbles. “You look nervous, though.”
“I am. Your family will be there watching.”
He nods. “I know, I know. I’ve walked you through it. If you change your mind…”
“No! I haven’t and I won’t. I want to do this, Dante.” I reach over and put a hand on his thigh.
He shifts in his seat. “Careful, or we might not make it to the house.”
I smirk a little.
When we finally get there, everyone is waiting, just like with Contessa and Yvette. This time, they’re waiting, too, newly married and looking incredibly happy.
We can’t talk to them, or anyone else.
I’m led into a different room than Dante, where I undress and put on white linen pants and no shirt. I feel incredibly exposed, especially with the scars on the back of my shoulder.
It feels like I’m waiting forever before I’m finally motioned out into the familiar room with the ornate bench in the center.
Everyone’s eyes are on me and Dante. I watch him walk toward me, his broad shoulders and naked torso exposed for everyone to see.
I put my focus on him and nothing else, just like we talked about.
I kneel on the bench in front of him.
Nothing else exists but us in this moment, as Dante’s eyes lock with mine.
I know the words already, every single line that Nicholas is going to say. I’ve repeated them to myself over and over, worrying about getting them right, stressing about stuttering or saying something weirdly.
But in the moment, I hardly hear myself say them.
It’s a fuzzy blip in my memory. The words echo in my ears, come out of my mouth and out of Dante’s, but I can’t really hear them.
The dagger slices the top of my chest, and it stings. The pain is cold, but Dante’s tongue on my chest is warm and wet. Our blood mingles together in this moment as I bind myself not only to him, but to his family, as I pledge my loyalty.
My own mouth suckles at the blood from his cut, lingering longer than I intended. I feel his pulse against my tongue, and it’s difficult not to feel heat spread downward to my groin.
I have to remind myself to stop and focus.
Our blood is made one, and all of the eyes on us are filled with pride, even those that once doubted this moment would ever happen.
Dante eases closer to me, and his mouth finds my neck.
I moan softly and tilt my head to the side.
The people watching us are suddenly inconsequential.
My hands slide along his chest, feeling his blood smear along his pecs, and I want to lick it all off him again, but he’s biting at my shoulder and I’m gripping him tighter.
I pull his head up to mine and capture his mouth with my own. He kisses me back more aggressively than he has in quite some time.
I taste our blood as our tongues swirl together in an erotic dance that turns me on even more.
“I’m yours,” I mumble as he breaks the kiss.
“You’re mine.”
Those are the only words tonight that really matter to me. My loyalty is his and his family’s, but Dante…I would go against his entire family if it meant protecting him. And if that’s ever needed in the future, I’ll do it without hesitation.
We’re tugged off the bench and led into the back room. It’s glowing with candlelight, and a four-poster bed has been made up just for us.
Dante grabs me by the front of my pants and pulls me over to the bed the second we’re alone.
“Your cock is already hard, puppy,” he croons. “Just for me?”
My body rushes with heat as I crawl into the bed with him, sliding on top of him as he lies on his back.
“Just for you, my crow, my master,” I whisper to him.
My blood feels electric in my veins. I can’t help but ignore the still-dripping cut on my chest and dive into his mouth.
Dante growls into my kiss and flips us over so quickly that I gasp into his mouth.
“Sorry, is that too—” he starts. He’s been careful with me because of my shoulder.
“Shut up. You don’t need to be careful with me,” I tell him breathlessly. “I need you…I want you. Take me.”
Dante’s eyes flash with dominance and affection as he pins me to the bed with his body, shoving his tongue into my mouth the second our lips collide once more.
I don’t care that there are people in the other room.
I don’t care that they all know what’s happening.
All I care about is being close to Dante.
“God, I want to feel you everywhere,” I groan against his mouth as his tongue slips out and licks my lips. Everything is already wet and hot.
“Mmm, baby…I want to taste you, touch you…everywhere. You have me,” he husks. He kisses down my jawline to my neck. His hand slides to my throat, and my dick gets even harder.
I rock my hips up against him, feeling our hard cocks rub against each other through our matching thin pants.
“I’m so hard for you,” I gasp.
Dante growls into my shoulder and squeezes my neck tighter. I whimper and buck my hips up against him harder.
“Fuck, I want my cock inside you,” Dante tells me.
I feel my asshole quiver as I slide my hand up into his hair, pulling him closer. “Please fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” he asks as he kisses up to my ear. “You want my cock inside you, angel?”
He slides his other hand down and into my pants, grabbing my ass tightly.
I struggle against his hold on my neck, which only makes him hold me down tighter, sending a rush through me.
The blood on our chests smears as I squirm up against him.
“I want your cock, Dante,” I choke out.
“Fuck,” he growls, and nips my ear. He starts kissing back down until he gets to my neck, where bites me, hard . So hard that I cry out and arch my back up against him.
“Mark me! I’m yours!” I hold onto him tighter, digging my nails into his scalp, and he groans against my throat, leaving bites everywhere his hand isn’t holding.
Finally his hand leaves my neck and slides down my body. He wipes along the blood on our chests as he brings his hand down to my ass. I gasp as he slides his hand between my cheeks and presses his blood-coated middle finger against my hole.
“Ahh, fuck.” I tilt my head back.
Pleasure tightens in my balls and stomach as he circles my asshole and starts to slip his finger inside me.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot, baby,” he growls against my shoulder.
I can’t focus on anything but breathing and rocking my body against his.
My ass tightens around his finger as he starts to fuck me with it, sliding in a second finger and stretching me out over and over again, curling his fingers up until he reaches my prostate and I tremble underneath him.
“That’s it. What a good boy,” he croons. “You’re all mine.”
My cock drips precum and throbs against my thigh.
“D-Dante…please…” I beg him.
“Please what?” he asks, but I know he knows. He’s grinding his hard cock against my thigh, and I feel a wet spot forming through both of our pants.
“I-I’m ready…please, fuck me.”
It’s the first time he’s ever been inside of me. He’s been preparing me with his fingers and mouth over the last month, and I’m practically vibrating with desire.
I squirm impatiently as he pulls his fingers out of me and starts pulling down my pants.
“Look at you, so fucking needy,” Dante teases me.
I expect him to turn me onto my stomach, but he doesn’t.
Instead, once his pants are off, he spreads my legs farther apart and pushes my knees up.
I shiver at the cold air of the room against my asshole as he spreads me.
I watch him with some kind of horny awe as he leans over me—strong, glistening with sweat, his hard dick bobbing with each of his movements.
With one hand he guides himself into me.
His length fills me inch by inch, stretching me and sending shivers through my entire body. I toss my head back against the pillow and my hips quiver.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasp.
“That’s it, take my cock, baby,” he grunts with each thrust that pushes himself deeper inside of me. He’s touching me, caressing me, with one of his hands on my chest and stomach as the other holds one of my knees up higher.
My own dick wiggles and drips on my stomach.
“I need you deeper. Please, fuck, Dante!” I plead with him.
Every inch of me is hot and sweaty.
He bottoms out inside of me and everything goes fuzzy for a second as he starts to grind his hips into me, rubbing his cock against that spot inside of me that makes everything but the sensation of pure pleasure disappear.
I can’t speak.
As he begins to rock his hips while pushing down on my chest and stomach, I grab his arms tightly and moan with my mouth agape. That’s all I can do.
Stars. Shooting fucking stars. That’s all there is.
The bed creaks and groans, but my moans and his grunts are louder.
The slapping of his balls against me gets louder, as he pounds me into the bed faster and faster, his cock wet with blood and precum as it moves in and out of me.
Words are completely lost to the both of us. We’re animals in their purest form.
Full of lust, and love, and need.
He leans forward even more and forces my knees back until the backs of my thighs start to hurt, but I don’t care. His hand moves from my stomach to my throat again, and I cry out as he fucks me so hard that I come before I can even process it.
Cum spurts all over my stomach and chest as my asshole quivers and my cock twitches. My entire body tenses as I cry out his name and a flurry of a million other things I can’t comprehend.
Dante continues to pound my ass as I come, and even after.
His grunts get more and more breathless, and he growls like I’ve never heard before—deep and low, desperate for release.
I’m so overstimulated I almost can’t take it. My hole is aching, and at the same time, I never want him to stop.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Dante grunts as his entire body trembles and I feel his cum inside of me, warm and wet.
He grinds his hips into me haphazardly, panting and nearly sobbing in relief.
Finally he lets go of my legs and goes soft on top of me. His hips shift, and I whimper as his length slides out of me. His cum drips down my ass cheek and onto the bed.
I’m trembling underneath him, but I think he’s shivering more. I slowly wrap my arms around him and brush my fingers through his hair.
As each moment passes, my consciousness grows heavier and heavier…and so does Dante on top of me.
“I love you,” Dante whispers into my neck. I feel something wet on my neck, and his lashes brush my skin.
My heart squeezes.
“I love you, too, Dante.”