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"God, Jade..." Dante breathed out. His strong hands held my hips in place as he moved within me. Each deep thrust sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through my veins. My hands reached up to clutch at his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the taut muscles as the sensations overwhelmed me.

"Tell me how it feels," Dante demanded in a low growl, his earlier gentleness now replaced by searing dominance.

"It's...it feels...oh god,'' I moaned out, unable to construct a coherent sentence. My entire universe had narrowed down to this one man and the delicious friction he was creating inside me.

“You can do better than that,” he said, his voice strained.

"It's...incredible," I gasped as Dante hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing my body to jerk beneath him. "You're...I can't even describe it."

"Try," Dante ordered, rolling his hips in a slow, torturous rhythm that had time twisting into endless loops of pleasure.

"It's...like fire," I managed, my voice a breathless whisper against his ear. "Hot and consuming...and you're...you're making me..."

"I'm making you what?" His voice was a rough growl now, the sound vibrating through my entire being.

"Crazy," I admitted, my fingernails digging deeper into his back as I writhed beneath him. "You're making me crazy."

A satisfied grunt left his lips at my words before he bent down to claim my mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue explored the depths of my mouth in tandem with his unyielding thrusts.

“I’m so close,” I said. “I don’t know if I can take more, fuck…”

His thrusting slowed, then stopped. "Can't take more?" he tossed back, a wicked glint in his eyes. "You'll take what I give you."

Pushing himself up, he surveyed my flushed face, my heaving chest, the sheen of sweat on my body gleaming in the morning light. He looked pleased -- like a predator relishing his prey.

I whimpered at his words, at the assertion of power that was as intoxicating as it was intimidating.

"Oh, god...Dante," I gasped out when he resumed his movements, deeper and slower this time. His cock dragged along my inner walls, hitting all the right spots and sparking sensations that left me breathless and clutching at the sheets beneath us.

A low grumble echoed in his chest as he watched me unravel beneath him. His name fell from my lips in breathless moans as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

"You're so tight for me," Dante murmured, his voice husky with desire. "So wet...so responsive. You’re taking my cock like a good girl and I’m so proud of you.”

I let out a whimper, my body trembling with the force of my impending climax. His words were a match to the gasoline pooled in the pit of my stomach, igniting an inferno that threatened to consume me

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes as pleasure bloomed within me, the tension knotting tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable. "Dante...I'm...I'm..." I stammered, my body arching off the mattress as I clung to him.

"Come for me, Jade," he ordered gruffly, his movements becoming more frantic. "Let go."

With a final shuddering thrust, he stilled above me - panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the evidence of our shared lust coated our thighs.

Slowly, Dante pulled out and collapsed next to me for a second.

After, he pulled back just enough to let the cool morning air slip between us, severing the connection we had forged in heat and desperation. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, held mine captive. The room shrunk to the space shared by our locked eyes, every other detail fading into insignificance.

“See? It’s not so bad,” he said, a smile on his face.

I closed my eyes, smiling as I caught my breath. “No,” I say. “I could get used to this.”

I was telling the truth…I just needed him to stop killing people first.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Jade

Ihad known Dante Moretti's name long before I knew the man.

And now I was going to have a baby with him.

His reputation, whispered in hushed tones down the sterile hallways of BioHQ lab, always preceded him. Yet, nothing had prepared me for the reality of the man who walked beside me into the brunch spot, the midday sun of a New York autumn filtering through the windows, casting a soft glow on his tailored silhouette.

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