Chapter 21 Ruby
RUBY
I’ve never felt as loved as I do now. Being held down by my husband somehow makes it even better, like I don’t have to wonder if he really wants me, because there’s no question. He couldn’t let me go if he tried.
Dante is inside me, and over me, and he’s watching me constantly, his eyes fixed on mine.
He reaches down between us to where I’m so slick it’s all over both of us, and his fingers unerringly find my clit. He rubs in circles and what felt amazing rises to ecstasy.
I had no idea I could feel this good. I’m cherished, adored, and the bliss that radiates out from where we’re joined is mind-blowing. He’s totally focused on me.
“You’re mine, Ruby,” he growls.
“Yes.” I can barely speak for how my body is a riot of white sparks that he’s causing.
He pounds into me, timing his cock and his fingers together, and I’ve never understood the phrase of being taken by a man, but this is that in the very best way. I feel like I’m his.
I whimper, and try to open my legs and angle my hips to have him deeper. I’m a desperate creature that needs him.
He gets a wild gleam in his eyes.
Every movement is a claim.
“Mine,” he growls and thrusts again, harder.
It’s like I can feel him under my ribs, all the way up to my heart. He’s owning me completely. After pretending marriage, this is what we both needed. I didn’t realise how much I longed to be his in every way. Not just married to him, but loved and lusted after and possessed.
I’m so close, I’m sobbing, right on the edge.
“You’re so tight. So good. You’re trying to milk it out of me, aren’t you?”
I nod helplessly.
“You want my come, huh? You want me to tie you up and cover you with it? In your mouth, over your tits, in this sweet little cunt? Mine.”
I’m sent flying over the edge by his words. I cry out, bowing with the orgasm he’s pushing into me with his cock and his clever, patient fingers.
The pleasure destroys me.
“That’s it, come for me. You coming on my cock is everything, tesorina.” He gentles his movements. “Oh fuck, I, oh.” He groans, and slows. “I love you. I love you so, so much.”
I continue to spasm around him.
His massive erection is a rock in the storm, giving me something to hold onto and pushing me higher. This orgasm reaches right down to my toes and up to my heart. Coming with Dante inside me is different. More. His heat, his size, the sheer overwhelmingness of belonging. At last, belonging.
“I love you,” I splutter out, a bit nonsensically, and he makes a wounded noise and nods, still easing me through the climax.
“So beautiful,” he says hoarsely. “You’re such a good girl for me. Perfectly responsive. I love you too, and… ohhh.” He groans and tenses. “You’re too much.”
He rolls over, bringing me with him, so I’m on top of him.
Holding me onto his cock, he part grinds us together, part slams me into him.
My entire body fits to him, my legs are sprawled out to the sides.
His hands dig almost painfully into my hips, but I welcome it.
The sensation of his strength used on and for me.
And that’s when he comes, groaning and shuddering, looking up at me as though I’m his everything. And despite being utterly shattered by my orgasm, and exhausted, I’m powerful in this moment. I made him explode.
His arms hold me as his cock pulses, and I can feel him coming inside me. Filling me up, as he promised.
I can barely breathe for how tight he’s holding me, but I don’t care as I throb with pleasure from where we’re joined.
The discomfort is a long-ago memory. There’s only how perfectly Dante feels inside me, in a space I didn’t know was exactly the shape and size of him.
The little aftershocks of pleasure keep racking through me, making me warm and tingly and weak.
“Was that good?” I ask eventually. “I’ve never done it before, and…” It’s so vulnerable to ask. He said he loved me so maybe he won’t mind me just checking. I’ve never dared before to request praise.
“My wife,” he murmurs, and smooths my hair away from my face before kissing my forehead. “You want me to tell you you’re my good girl? That you’re my good wife?”
“Yes,” I confess in a needy little whisper.
“Mmm,” he makes a purring noise from deep inside him that vibrates into me through my chest. “You’re perfect, in every single way.
” He strokes his hands firmly over my naked back, as though he can’t resist touching me even now.
“Even when you’re feeding me enough breakfast to keep me going for a week.
” There’s a smile in his voice, and emotion wells in my heart.
“In bed, you’re everything I need and want, and always will be. ”
I close my eyes, and maybe for the first time in my life, I relax. Held on top of Dante, I finally feel good. Loved.
“It will always be you. I’ll always choose you.
I’ll always protect you.” He gathers my hair to the back of my head and fists it, tugging gently in a possessive motion that forces me to look up into his green eyes.
“I love you so much, tesorina.” He kisses me deeply, fingers clenched in my hair, keeping me close.
As though I’d want to be anywhere else. “Never doubt, Ruby. I would burn everything down for another ten minutes with you.”