Chapter 61
DANTE
After I kicked Gabriel and Nico’s asses to the curb, I watched my wife sleep, mouth open, snoring loud enough to wake the godsdamned dead, and all I could think was… she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.
She was all I ever thought about.
I longed for Emberline in a soul-consuming way that scared the fuck out of me while also making me feel like the luckiest bastard in the entire world. Which didn’t make sense, but nothing about this made sense.
Without her, I was lost. A ship careening dangerously out of control. A lemming falling off a cliff. My obsession was consuming me, but I didn’t want this to ever end because the truth was, she had saved me. Resurrected me and made me whole.
And I would do anything for her. Anything.
Including sharing her with my brother and friend.
I drummed my fingers on the arm of the chair. Watching them together tonight should have broken my damned heart.
But instead…
Instead, I felt like I’d been handed a fucking gift. Like Emberline’s idea of family had seeped into my chest and filled up my heart, and now that dream was all I wanted, too. Which, five months ago, I would have found pathetic, but now… now I would give her anything she asked for.
A family that loved her.
A future she deserved.
When I couldn’t chase my thoughts around in circles anymore, I slid into bed beside her, pulling her against me, grinning when she instinctively curled herself into my arms with a little sigh, until we fit together perfectly.
“It’s just me, tesoro,” I ran my hand down her back, following the curve of her gorgeous ass. “Go back to sleep.”
“Dante.”
My heart squeezed at the sound of my name on her lips, that husky, sexy voice, hazy with sleep.
“I was dreaming about you. Such a nice dream.”
“Were you?” I slipped my hand between us, and fuck was she wet.
Soaked. Dripping. I plunged my fingers into her tight cunt, and she moaned, hips rocking against my hand.
I stuffed my fingers in my mouth and licked them clean, then pushed them inside her again, her eyes still closed, a smile on her face.
“That’s right, baby, does that feel good? You’re so fucking wet, so wet I want to shove my cock into your tight little cunt and fuck you hard.”
“Yes, that’s what I want, too,” she murmured dreamily. “Like in the garden. Do it like that.” She kept fucking my fingers with her soft, wet heat.
My skin went tight. That night had been… I’d fantasized too often about that night. But I’d been too rough, too savage, when I needed to treat her gentle.
“Tesoro, you’re sore and half asleep, and you need rest.”
“I need you to fuck me, Dante.” She was panting now, whining as I plunged my fingers in and out, my entire hand soaked.
My cock was so fucking hard, it ached, my heavy balls tingling with the need to fill her up. I didn’t know if this primal need was mine or the demon’s, but I needed to get myself under control.
“Dante…” She rolled onto her belly, hips still moving as I lifted her to her knees, staring at her pretty pink cunt, the way her soft flesh glistened. With a growl, I dragged my cock through that wetness, coating the crown until it was shiny, until the entire room smelled like her arousal.
I shoved inside, groaning at how fucking tight she was, how well her greedy pussy swallowed my cock, squeezed my shaft like a vise. This was heaven. Fucking heaven watching my veined length glide in and out, the way she fluttered and convulsed around me, especially when I slammed in all the way.
Her moans got louder, hips pushing back to take me deeper, the white flesh of her ass denting where my fingers gripped. Holding her in place, I slammed into her, over and over again, until sweat dripped down the small of my back, pressure building at the base of my spine.
Yes, fill her up. Pump her full.
Emberline clenched around me, moaning out my name, her body shuddering as she orgasmed.
My climax hit me from behind, so intense, I couldn’t make a sound, just thrust erratically into her as I spilled and spilled and spilled, my cock pulsing as something ancient and primal urged me to keep going until I’d spent every last drop.
“That was…” Emberline moaned as I pulled out.
I watched my seed drip down the insides of her thighs before I pushed it back inside with two fingers, her cunt quivering from the aftershocks. Once she was done, I eased her onto her side, curled behind her, and pulled the covers over us.
“Go to sleep,” I told her, banding an arm around her waist as I dragged my nose down the side of her throat. Maybe I should have cleaned her up, but… she smelled like me, I thought with satisfaction. And everyone will know it.
“We still have to warn Emilia,” Emberline murmured sleepily. “Show her the proof and beg her forgiveness.”
“Begging really isn’t my style,” I said, pulling her closer.
“That was a figure of speech.” She yawned. “But after what we did, there’s sure to be some begging involved.”
“Maybe we can get Nico to do it. He’s got a soft spot for the old witch, though I don’t know why.”
“So, we’re agreed then?” She rolled over, awake now, her eyes gleaming in the darkness. “We warn Emilia about Blackwood, and keep my uncle from finding the Basin?”
“Sounds like a plan.” I kissed the end of her nose. “Now, get some sleep. Marcello’s funeral pyre is in a few hours, and while I don’t give a single fuck about that asshole, you need your rest, dolce moglie.”
“Thank you for tonight.” Emberline gently trailed her fingers down my face, looking at me so intently, I shivered. “You are the best husband I’ve ever had.”
“I’m the only husband you’re ever going to have,” I growled. “Don’t you forget it.”
“I won’t.” She nestled against me and closed her eyes. “I love you, Dante Dominico. Even if you are a grump.”