Page 43 of Beautiful Vows

Faster. Harder.

“Oh God, Oh Yes, Dante…”

I won't stop.

I grip her tight as she thrashes.

I hold her until her body trembles and her legs shudder against my face.

I keep licking as an almighty moan tears from her throat.

I don’t stop as she climaxes against my tongue.

When she finally speaks again, her heavy-lidded eyes are on me as she whispers, "Now I want to taste you."

I growl, which makes her laugh. Obviously thoroughly pleased with herself as she takes my hand and drags me, willingly, onto the bed.

I eagerly flip onto my back, and she scoots between my legs. Settling her bottom onto her heels. Her eyes fall to mine. “Tell me how you like it.”

“Come here and kiss me first.”

She rises on her knees and crawls forward before lowering and settling on my chest. “So you killed a man for me?”

“One?” I wrap my arms around her, kissing the tip of her nose. Her eyes widen, but the shock is countered with a sigh of satisfaction. “Give me the name of any person who hurts you and I will either ruin their life or take it.”

“Romantic.”

The corners of my mouth rise instantly.

She stares for a moment. Our eyes lock. “You’re a beautiful man, Dante,” she says, reaching up to touch my face.

I close my eyes and turn my head toward her touch.

My voice chokes as I say, “Nobody is as beautiful as you. Nobody is you. Now kiss me.”

I pull her against my body and kiss my wife.

Just like every time since leaving Vegas, I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t. She slips her fingers into my hair and sinks her body on mine, and kisses me back like she needs me.

And it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

Desire unfurls inside me.

I sweep my tongue against hers. The kiss is hard and passionate before I wrap one arm around her back and the other entwines in her hair and I devour her.

She breaks away, and stares at me, gasping.

I want to kiss her again.

But she pulls away and reaches her hand between us, wrapping her warm fingers around my erection. “How do you like it?”

My eyes snap open as I groan. “You don’t have to reciprocate.”

Her voice rises as she says, “Dante, I’m not reciprocating. I want to do this for you ... and for me.”

My heart hammers against my rib cage as she crawls down my body until she sits between my thighs again.

She takes my cock in one hand, squeezing the shaft.

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