Page 51 of Beautiful Vows

My husband.

My fingers curl as I grab handfuls of the sheet in my hand. I’m getting so close again.

He reaches around and cups one breast in his hand while the other slides over my slippery clit. His fingers go faster, matching with the speed of his thrusts and before I can calm my racing heartbeat, my climax is building.

He squeezes my nipple. His other hand pinches my clit. The need to come is so real that I grind and slam my ass against his pelvis to quicken this up.

The hand on my nipple reaches across my body and takes the other the breast as he controls my body and his movements from behind. He’s primal—his grunts are like a feral animal as he bucks deeper into me.

“I want you to come with me. I want to feel your pussy squeezing every drop of cum out of me,” he groans in my ear.

I moan as his hips buck harder, and he pinches my nipple and clit at the same. “Come for me, now.”

My mouth opens on a gasp. “Oh, God…” My eyelids slide shut.

He thrusts into me. Forceful snaps of his hips as he holds me tight against his chest.

“Oh, yes.” My pussy clenches around his cock. “Dante … Dante. Oh, my … yes.”

He turns my head and crushes his mouth on mine. His hips still snapping as he fucks me hard until his body shudders.

I feel every shiver as he holds me tight.

I feel every drop of his hot cum as he empties himself inside me.

He doesn’t let me go. He holds me in silence while we both come down from the high.

“I’ll never let you go,” he says. “You know that, though, don’t you?”

I smile as I answer his question. “I don’t want you to.”

His whole body trembles against my back as he presses a kiss against the small tattoo on my neck. He always knew.

His laugh is low. “Good. Now I need to clean you.”

I glance over my shoulder minutes later, because he said the words, but he hasn’t moved. He's still inside me.

He gazes at me from under heavy-lidded lids.

“What else? I know you want to say something else.”

He expels a heavy breath and slides out of me, turns me around so I’m facing him. His hands cup my face before one finger gently slides across my lips. “I’ll let no one hurt you. You’ll always be protected now. Not only by me, Rafe and Cade, but because once everyone knows you’re mine, you become untouchable.”

I shake my head. “If that were the truth, my mom would still be alive. If that were the truth, an assassin wouldn’t have been following you around the world to kill your wife.”

“Your mother was never initiated. She never had that protection. And Eduardo Gallo is the only Syndicate man alive who doesn’t want to see the Moretti line being reinstated.”

“Which means I’m not safe,” I state.

After a moment of gazing at me in silence, he’s about to say something when his cell chimes. “One minute.”

He stretches across the bed and retrieves his phone. “It’s Cade.”

Dante’s eyes are on mine for the entire conversation, but it feels different now. This look isn’t lust or primal, this look is shock … anger.

“He’s missing,” he murmurs. “And nobody knows where the fuck he is.”

He listens again. His mouth opens before I watch a ripple run down his throat. He disconnects and says, “We need to leave.”

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