Chapter 44
DANTE
This was really happening.
Somehow, even though I’d fucked everything up, Ember was straddling me, her damp, hot core grinding against my aching cock, her mouth fused to mine, her blood hitting my system like the heady rush of adrenaline before a fight.
But this was better than any fight.
So much fucking better I might have died and gone to heaven.
I ground my length against her, eating up those needy little whimpers and moans, the way her hips moved with mine. But…
“I need to seal you up, here, let me…” I cupped her head, threaded my fingers through that mass of dark, silky hair as I ran my tongue gently up the side of her delicate throat, feeling the tempered strength beneath the fragility.
I wanted to put my mouth on every inch of her.
I wanted her skin, her cunt, her fingers, her mouth. I wanted to taste every inch of her, push my tongue into every hole. I wanted her in ways that weren’t normal or even sane, but I couldn’t stop myself.
And I wasn’t fucking her here, in the middle of the dirty, sweat-stained floor.
One move had us up off the floor with her in my arms, through the door, and onto the narrow steps. Halfway down, we dissolved into a tangle of mouths, tongues, and hands as I pressed her back against the wall and kissed her, hard and sloppy and deep, as if I couldn’t get enough.
We broke apart. “Bedroom,” she panted. “Right now.” And then, because she was an aristocrat, she added a breathy little, “Please.”
It was a wonder we didn’t end up at the bottom of the steps with broken necks since all my blood was in my cock, and I didn’t have a drop to spare for walking, but somehow, I managed to carry her into the bedroom, getting us both there intact by some godsdamned miracle.
Her hands were wild, yanking my shirt up, nails scratching skin in her haste to explore.
She was a fucking vision. Hair still curled from last night framing her face, cheeks flushed, lips wet and swollen. I planned to devour her whole.
“Are you sure about this?” my mouth asked, while my cock told it to shut the fuck up. My hands skimmed down the curve of her back, cupped her deliciously full ass, and pulled her tight against me. “We don’t have to rush into anything.”
That’s what I said out loud when all I wanted to do was stake my claim. Make her mine. Brand myself so deep into her psyche, she’d never get me out.
“Yes. This is what I want.” Then she paused, staring up at me, pupils blown. “Wait… is this… what you want?” With her eyes full of doubt, my wife’s fangs sank into her lower lip, and I was fucking done for.
“I couldn’t stop right now if you drove one of those daggers of yours through my heart,” I rasped.
“This is all I want, tesoro. You are all I want.” I dipped my head for another kiss, sucking that plump bottom lip into my mouth, rimming it with my tongue as I walked her backward toward the beds, tugging her shirt up over her head.
Fuck, she didn’t have on a bra, and her nipples were hard as diamonds, begging for me to put my mouth on them.
For a second, I just took her in, heart drumming against my ribs.
Perfect, sweat-damp skin, full, gorgeous breasts, a flat stomach, and those tits…
I dipped my head and pulled one into my mouth and rolled my tongue around the hard tip, savoring her gasp, her body rocking against me with every flick of my tongue.
“That’s it, so fucking responsive. I’m going to lick and suck every piece of you, il mio tesoro per l’eternità,” I purred against the pulse racing feverishly in her throat.
“I’m going to get you dripping wet, then…
then you’re going to take my cock so beautifully, aren’t you?
I’m going to fuck you so hard, and you’ll scream my name as you take every inch. ”
Saints, I was half gone with lust, my cock hard enough it hurt, precum leaking from the tip. I had to figure out a way to make this last, not finish in under a minute like some fucking coglione.
But Ember’s body tensed, her fingers dug deep into my shoulders, and my instincts prickled in warning. Had me taking a breath, a fucking step back as I reined in my monster, shaking my head to get my bearings. I kept my hand on her lower back, though. No way I was letting her go now.
“Tesoro… you do want this, right?” I bent my knees to peer into those eyes. “Because I’m getting mixed signals here.”
“I do.” She bit her lip again, and my cock jerked in response, as if she already had me trained. “I do, it’s just… gods…” She looked away. “I’ve never done this before.”
Never one to be timid, Emberline tipped up her trembling chin and met my shocked stare straight on.
“I’m a virgin. I’ve only ever kissed one male before…” she sighed, “and that’s you. I’d say you’re pretty good, but I have nothing to compare it to.”
Motherfucker. My head emptied out. I was her first. Her fucking first.
I was going to beg for this female. Grovel on my knees.
Offer her my beating heart as a tithe.
“Fuck.” I stood there, incapable of thought. Or apparently, speech.
The night of the wedding, I’d seen Emberline’s obvious hesitation.
But a virgin… I blew out a shaky breath.
In retrospect, I should have expected this, now that I was piecing everything together, but for someone who fought dirtier than a pit fighter and worked the Dynasty heirs like a bunch of backwoods peasants, it never occurred to me she was inexperienced at anything.
“You took me by surprise, I mean, we were in the training room, then here, and…” She covered her breasts with her hand, color flooding her cheeks. “Everything is moving so fast.”
Okay. No sex. I could handle that.
I took a breath. I could still make her feel good, ease her into this without acting like a fucking barbarian. Gods knew my mouth was watering for her after just a taste of her skin.
“Thank you for being honest with me, tesoro.” I smoothed her hair back out of her face, then slid two fingers under her chin to make her look at me. “I… I wasn’t thinking straight. If I had been, I would have handled everything differently. Let’s… talk about this.”
Her body relaxed slightly, the curve of her cheek fitting perfectly into the palm of my hand.
“We can get dressed and go about our day. You can head back to the training room and continue using me to vent your frustrations, or…” I paused, tilted my head, searching her face.
Usually, I was excellent at ferreting out someone’s thoughts, but when it came to my own wife, none of my usual tricks worked.
“Or what?” Her eyes slid toward the bed, then back to me.
“Or I have a better way of getting rid of your frustrations.” Once my thumb started rubbing circles against her skin, I couldn’t stop. “You might even take a nap after. I know you didn’t sleep last night.”
“Neither did you,” she countered, her eyelids dropping as I dragged my hand up her ribcage, then back down. “This feels nice. Really nice, actually.” Some of the tension left her shoulders, and she sighed. “I don’t want you to stop. I just… got spooked.”
“We are just getting started. I want to take care of you, make you feel good. Do you trust me?”
She didn’t laugh, but her hesitation made me want to rage through the streets before I remembered she had every right not to trust me. Half an hour ago, she’d wanted to kill me. Now, she was half naked in my arms. I’d take that as progress.
“Yes.” She sounded so bashful. “What did you have in mind?”
“I’d like you to lie down on the bed. On your back. Put your hands up over your head and close your eyes. I want you to relax and let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good.”
She obeyed immediately, her ass the most perfect thing I’d ever seen as she crawled across my bed, turned, and positioned herself exactly as I’d instructed.
“I’m going to take your pants off now,” I warned, tugging them off, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black panties that did catastrophic things to my self-control.
I ran my palms up her muscled thighs, then dragged my fingers down the soft, pale insides as she shivered in pleasure. I couldn’t stop touching her soft, supple skin. There was nothing I would change about Emberline.
Nothing.
I closed my eyes and took a deep inhale, suddenly nervous, struck by the need to make this perfect for her.
To make this an experience she would remember—no, treasure—forever.
I ran the tip of my finger beneath the band of her panties, the intoxicating scent of her filling my senses. “May I take these off?” I asked, my heart beating fast. “I want to see you.”
“Why would you…” She blinked up at me. “Sure,” she mumbled, cheeks pink. “Okay.”
I dragged her panties down her legs and fell to my knees, my cock throbbing, aching to get inside her as I pressed her knees apart, air stalling in my lungs as I saw that pretty flash of pink.
Gods, her pussy was beautiful. Flawless. Like a fucking flower, already glistening with her juices.
Every broken piece of me came alive.
The body that had died in the pits, the soul that had withered away in the darkness of my stone cell, the heart that I’d crushed into dust, rather than feel pain ever again. All of them roared back to life, like I was being reborn.
And one thing became crystal clear.
I was totally, absolutely fucked because there was no way Emberline wouldn’t own every last, ruined piece of me after this.