Chapter 49 #2
“There.” He pressed his lips to my cheek, his voice a shock over the roaring in my ears. “Are you okay?” he asked gently, dragging his palms down my trembling legs, petting me, like he was soothing a skittish animal.
Was I okay? Sounded like a trick question right about now.
“I don’t know. I think… yes, I’m okay,” I lay there in a daze, my thoughts shattered, body still consumed by tiny quakes of pleasure. “I want…” I reached out, found his cheek, and traced the shape of his face, eyes burning with heat.
He was so beautiful, I forgot how to breathe, my heart swelling like it was going to explode.
“I want you, Dante Dominico. Make this real, and don’t you dare tell me no.”
The following split-second of silence might have been the longest pause of my entire life.
Then he smiled.
A real, actual smile that sent my heart fluttering, like it had grown wings.
“As if I could ever tell you no, dolce moglie mia.” He planted a kiss at the top of my hipbone, another below my belly button, then one on my breast, right over my heart. Soft. Gentle, almost reverent.
“As if you don’t hold my soul in your hands.” He settled his weight on me and cradled my face, his expression serious. “I don’t want to hurt you, but… I’m not exactly small, Ember. This won’t be easy.”
Then he blushed.
My pit fighter of a husband was… blushing.
“Since when do either of us want easy?” I scoffed, wiggling beneath him until he nestled against me perfectly, a landscape of hard angles settling into the curve of my belly, the soft place between my thighs, while I wondered how we could possibly get any closer.
“Ready, tesoro?” He ran his fingers along my scalp, “I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need me to stop, and it’s over.”
“Just like that?” I asked, even though I knew Dante would keep his word. Somehow, I just wanted to hear his voice again, so deep and rumbly, he made me feel protected. Safe.
“Just like that.” He whispered, biting down on my earlobe as he pressed his hips forward. Something big—really big—pressed at my opening, pressure building until he finally slid in. An inch, maybe, my cunt burning as I was stretched wide.
“How are you doing?” he checked in, concern turning his raspy voice hoarse. Or maybe because he was frozen in place, only partway in, his entire body trembling with restraint.
“I’m good,” I ran my fingers through his hair, and some of the trembling eased off. “Go slow, but I’m good, Dante. You’re giving me what I want, remember?”
He nodded, then pressed forward, gaining another inch, then two.
Three.
I gasped, the rush of air filling my lungs. My core was glowing, incandescent, clenching, fluttering, and pulsing, but for the first time, instead of being empty, I was full. Deliciously full, full of Dante, and for just that reason, I was hyperaware of everything.
The drag of his cock inside me.
His weight on my body.
His strong fingers wrapped around my throat, holding me in place. The way neither of us could look away. All this pleasure was because of him. Because we were finally together, the way we were supposed to be, and there had to be something magical about that.
This couldn’t just be biology.
This had to be something more.
“Take a breath, tesoro,” Dante warned, and before I could even do that, his fangs sank into my throat, a pinch of pain before wave after wave of languid pleasure rippled through me, and he drove his cock home.
I screamed his name and a curse, then the pain vanished, floating away on a phantom wind, nothing but the feel of his fangs in my throat, his cock buried so deep inside me, our hipbones flush.
I tingled all over, heat spreading through me from that place where we were joined, as if he’d ignited a fire. His tongue swept over the punctures on my throat, sealing me up, then he was above me, eyes glowing with something that looked suspiciously like… happiness.
“Look at you.” He stared down at me, transfixed. “Look at my beautiful wife.”
He pulled out experimentally, and I gasped.
He pushed back in. I gasped again.
Slow and gentle, Dante fucked me, my body softening around his plunging hardness, that heat building into something brand new. Something that felt momentous.
“That’s it, you’re taking me so good, tesoro, so fucking good.” Dante’s lips moved against my cheek, and I shivered at the utter rightness of this moment.
I’d made my choice, and I’d made the right one.
I was a newly forged blade, glowing with heat, the ash from the fire flaking off, leaving me brilliantly, cunningly sharp.
He was careful and tender, urging me upward with every long, slow stroke, his arms shaking now, sweat beading on his brow. This was for me. All this restraint, care, and protectiveness… was for me.
Pleasure exploded at my core, behind my eyelids, rippling through my bones, obliterating every piece of me in a roaring tide that left me untethered, shattered, and clinging to Dante as he rolled over me in a wave of power and muscle and praise, telling me how beautiful I was, how good I felt as he thrust in and out.
“Fangs. Now,” I managed, bending my head to the side, convulsing in pleasure, sucking in a breath when his lips fastened on the side of my throat, followed by that starburst of pain. That rush of sweet, languid ecstasy.
The room—the world—vanished around us, everything narrowing down to his cock buried deep in my pussy and his teeth in my throat, every long, slow draw of his mouth, the greedy sounds he was making as he drank as I clenched and clenched around that hard length.
With a feral growl, Dante tore his mouth away from my throat, ran his tongue up the side of my neck, and pistoned into me, hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around him, crossed my ankles at the small of his back, hands gripping his powerful arms as I hung on for dear life.
“I can’t wait any longer, Emberline, I can’t wait…” He sounded helpless as his body tensed above me, arms and neck straining as his cock pulsed inside me, my core spasming.
He groaned out my name one final time, then collapsed beside me, throwing an arm over his face.
“I could die now,” he murmured softly.
“And not have a single regret.”