Page 43 of Handsome Devil

“You. Inside me.Please.” She was shameless. Desperate.

Dante positioned himself above her on both hands. “You are so beautiful when you are like this, with your legs spread and your body wet and begging for mine.” He pulled her lower lip between his teeth. “Take it. It’s yours.”

Never breaking eye contact, Annabelle closed her fingers around his hard erection, and a groan shot from the depths of his throat.

She pulled him lower as she lifted her hips at the same time, and Dante sank his body into hers. Her slickly aroused sex accepted him with ease. She welcomed his possession, her muscles tightening and fitting him like a silken glove.

A helpless cry escaped her lips. Finally, he was inside her again, and she felt unbelievably full.

She had never experienced anything so exquisitely good in her life. Dante dipped his head to her shoulder and as he moved, his soft groans vibrated against her skin. Gripping him, she sank her nails into his broad back and lifted her hips to deepen his penetration.

“Oh, yes—yes,” she whispered, gasping at the strength of each thrust.

Annabelle’s mouth fell open on a silent cry, and she folded her legs around his waist.

She clung to him as he moved harder and faster. His hands fisted in the soft sheets, and his breath came out in harsh bursts of passion.

An orgasm rose from her loins and clawed its way up her back. She screamed aloud, uninhibited and exultant as she drowned in wave after wave of pleasure. Pressing her nose to Dante’s strong throat, she inhaled his sweat damp skin and the earthiness of his cologne, clamping an arm around his neck to bring them closer.

He plunged deeper, his hips undulating in a sexy grind against hers and drawing out another shuddering climax. Squeezing her eyes closed, Annabelle screamed again and clawed his back.

With savage, hard strokes, he climaxed too and let out a grunt as he expelled air from his lungs and his heavy body collapsed on top of hers.

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Did that really happen?

A quick glance to her left, and Annabelle confirmed she was, in fact, lying next to Dante, which further confirmed they did, in fact, have sex multiple times.

In deep sleep, he rolled toward her, burying half his face in the soft pillows and draping an arm across her hips.

He still does that?she thought.

He used to make the same move when they were married the first time, as if unconsciously making sure—while in deep sleep—that she remained beside him. A smile touched the corners of her mouth at the thought of thirty-two-year-old Dante needing reassurance.

Even at twenty-one, without the trappings of wealth, he had been a force to be reckoned with, confident in his abilities to succeed. Age had made him sexier, and he carried a worldly maturity in a way he didn’t back then.

They were both different. Could they make their relationship work this time? She shouldn’t want more, but the thoughts plagued her.

Annabelle stifled a yawn. Sex had made her work up an appetite.

Carefully, she extricated herself from the bed and pulled on her pajamas. Tiptoeing out of the room, she went downstairs to the spacious kitchen and checked the refrigerator. Viviana always kept cut up fresh fruit in the fridge. She made a small plate with pineapple and kiwi and smeared a generous portion of cream cheese on a toasted bagel with smoked salmon. Standing at the counter in the dim kitchen, she hummed to herself as she devoured the satisfying late-night snack.

As she was eating, Dante’s strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and he buried his face in her neck.

“I woke up, and you were gone,” he murmured.

Annabelle melted into his embrace. He wore only his boxers, and she delighted in the warmth exuding from his warm chest.

“I was hungry. Want some?” she asked.

He grunted and opened his mouth. Over her shoulder, she slipped the last of her bagel and salmon between his lips.

“That was good. Is there any more?” he asked.

“That was the last piece. Here.” She placed a piece of pineapple in his mouth. He sucked in the fruit and swirled his tongue against her fingertips.

The action reminded her of the swirl of his tongue between her legs.

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