Page 40 of His Bride

His mouth continues its torturous journey south. I squirm beneath him, torn between embarrassment and desperate need.

“Don’t hide from me,” Dante commands, gently spreading my legs.

The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out. I grip the sheets, overwhelmed by the sensations he’s evoking.

“That’s it,” he says against my thigh. “Let me hear you.”

I lose myself in the pleasure, my world narrowing to Dante’s touch. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as pleasure courses through me.

“Please,” I beg, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for.

Dante lifts his head, eyes gleaming. “Tell me what you want, Adriana.”

I swallow hard, finding my voice. “I want you. All of you.”

A growl rumbles in his chest as he positions himself between my thighs. I cry out when he pushes inside, the stretch and burn is almost too much. I grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained.

I nod, pulling him closer. “More.”

I gasp as Dante starts to move, his hips rolling against mine in a steady rhythm. The room fills with our mingled breaths and soft moans.

“Adriana,” he groans, burying his face in my neck. “You feel incredible.”

I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper. Every thrust sends sparks of pleasure through my body. I’m dimly aware of the headboard thumping against the wall, but I can’t bring myself to care.

“Mine,” Dante growls, nipping at my neck. “Say it, Adriana. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I gasp, lost in the intensity of our connection. “I’m yours, Dante.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel so good.”

His thrusts quicken, and I match his rhythm instinctively.

“Dante,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back. “I’m close…”

He lifts his head, darkened eyes boring into mine. “Come for me, tesoro. Let go.”

His hand snakes between us, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. The added stimulation pushes me over the edge. I cry out, my body arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy crash over me.

Dante follows soon after, his movements becoming erratic as he cums inside me. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting heavily.

For a long moment, we lie there in silence, our bodies slick with sweat, hearts still racing. The aftershocks of our lovemaking ripple through me, leaving me trembling and raw. Dante rolls to the side, pulling me against his chest. I trace idle patterns on his chest, marveling at how safe I feel in the arms of a man I once feared.

“What are you thinking?” Dante asks, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I hesitate, unsure how to voice the jumble of emotions swirling inside me. “I never expected this,” I finally admit. “Us. To feel this way about you.”

I feel Dante tense slightly at my words. His fingers tighten on my hip, possessive.

“And how do you feel about me, dolcezza?” he asks, voice low and cautious.

My heart races. I’ve revealed too much, made myself vulnerable. But there’s no taking it back now.

“I…” I swallow hard. “I care for you. More than I should.”

Dante’s breath hitches. For a moment, silence hangs heavy between us. Then he speaks, “You’re mine, Adriana. Mine to protect, to cherish.” His voice grows husky.

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