Chapter 24 #2
The new position made everything sharper. I could feel every ridge, every thick inch of him dragging along my walls. His weight pinned me down. My fingers clawed at the woven fibers as he set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against my ass with wet, filthy sounds that filled the quiet shop.
"Dante, oh god, please—" The words were muffled against the rug, half sob, half plea. Tears soaked the fabric under my cheek. My body was shaking, oversensitive, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
He leaned down, mouth against the side of my neck, voice a rough caress.
"I know, baby. Just a little more. Be good for me.
Let me feel you." One arm slid under me, hand splaying across my lower belly so he could hold me still while he fucked into me harder.
The other hand found my clit, two fingers rubbing tight circles that made my thighs jerk.
My whole body went rigid. A high, thin sound tried to escape.
The dual stimulation was merciless. Every thrust shoved me forward on the rug; every stroke of his fingers pulled me higher.
I was crying openly now, silent tears streaming, shoulders shaking as I pushed back against him despite the overwhelming intensity—because I needed it, needed him, needed the proof that he was real and here and not leaving.
"That's it," he murmured, voice cracking with his own restraint.
"Fuck, look at you. Taking me so deep. Crying for me.
You're perfect. My perfect girl." He kissed the wet track of a tear on my cheek, never slowing the relentless drive of his hips.
"Almost there. I'm close. Gonna fill you up.
You want that? Want me to come inside you while you're shaking like this? "
I nodded frantically against the rug, unable to form words.
Dante's rhythm faltered, grew erratic. He pressed his mouth to my ear, voice wrecked. "Come with me. Right now. Let go, Elena. I've got you."
The command shattered me. My orgasm ripped through me in a silent, violent wave—muscles clamping down hard around him, body convulsing as white-hot pleasure crashed over me.
I sobbed into the rug, the sound swallowed by the fabric and his hand still half-covering my mouth.
The pulsing of my walls dragged him under with me.
He buried himself to the root with a broken groan and came hard, flooding me in thick, hot pulses.
I felt every spurt, the heat of it, the way he kept rocking through it as if he couldn't bear to stop.
His arm around my middle tightened until I could barely breathe, holding me flush against him while we rode it out together—shaking, gasping, completely undone.
For long seconds there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant city night beyond the thin walls.
Dante's weight stayed heavy on my back, his cock still twitching inside me as the last aftershocks faded.
He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder, my neck, the damp hair at my temple, murmuring broken, tender things between each one.
"I've got you. You're safe. I love you. God, I love you so much."
My eyes stayed closed, tears still leaking slowly onto the rug, body boneless and oversensitive beneath him.
When he finally eased out, I made a soft, involuntary sound at the sudden emptiness.
He immediately gathered me into his arms, rolling us onto our sides so he could cradle me against his chest, one hand stroking down my spine in slow, soothing passes.
I collapsed against him, panting, limbs useless. I could feel our heartbeats tangled together. He laughed softly, chest rumbling beneath me. "Elena, you love me."
He said it like a knight who'd slain the dragon and won his princess.
I just closed my eyes and held him tighter.
The wind chimes inside were still ringing, their sound making me feel light. Dante and I had finally understood each other. Nothing had ever made me happier.
That night, I brought Dante home. When Maggie saw him, she froze for a second, then recovered. Her eyes dropped to our joined hands. She didn't say anything, just raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you two made up."
I blushed. "Yeah, Maggie."
Maggie walked over and looked at me. "Elena, I respect all your choices. As long as you're happy."
I hugged her, my nose stinging.
Just then, Dante's phone rang. It was Marco. I didn't know what Marco said, but Dante's face darkened instantly. The cold, vicious look of a mafia Don returned.
He spoke icily into the phone. "Watch them. I'm coming back tonight."
He hung up and pulled me into the bedroom, his expression grim.
"While Valentina was in Mexico, she got involved with a cartel.
She was helping them get close to me, trying to get access to one of my key shipping routes.
I refused. They've been harassing us ever since.
The guy leading them is named Javier. Marco's got some of them now. I have to go deal with it."
He laid it all out in a few sentences. I couldn't stop him. I just stood on my toes and kissed him. "Go. I'll wait for you."
Dante hugged me tight. "Once I handle this, I'll have time to help you run your little shop." He kissed the top of my head. "Take care of yourself. And our baby."
I nodded and walked him downstairs, watched him drive off. Unease curled in my stomach, but I couldn't place where it came from. As I turned around, I saw a shadow dart past.
Before I could react, a hand clamped over my mouth and nose, a cloth pressed hard against my face. I struggled, tried to break free, but the hand didn't budge. It locked around me like iron.
The cloth was soaked in something chemical. The smell burned into my nose. I didn't have time to think. My vision blurred. And then everything went black.