Page 81 of The Devil's Dilemma

“Move.” I rose an inch or two, then slammed my body back down again.

Fuck, that felt good. I did it over and over, each time lifting myself higher until he was almost out of me. Faster and faster, I rode him, holding on to his hands.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed him deeper.

My dick bounced between us, precum leaking from the end, dripping onto his stomach and mingling with the light smattering of hair.

I climbed off him. He had a deep frown on his face. Fuck, had that been the wrong move? But when I got on all fours and presented myself to him, he understood what I wanted.

His cock nudged my hole again, and without wasting another second, he thrust deeply. I’d never taken a cock so big, but he’d prepared me so well he slid inside smoothly.

Each thrust pushed deeper inside me, stretching my hole to its capacity. His movements forced me farther up the bed until I had to brace myself on the headboard to prevent me from banging my head.

I’d never been fucked so thoroughly in all my life. My heart beat so hard I feared it would crack a rib.

“This is not enough.” Dante sat back on his heels, his hands resting on the bed behind him, and took me with him until I was sitting on his lap, his cock still buried deep.

We carried on fucking. He drilled into me, and I gripped my dick and stroked until I felt I would explode.

A large hand came to my neck, and for a moment, I froze. The last time he’d done this, I’d lain dead for a few moments. Please. This couldn’t be the end.

He clenched tighter, and my breath limited, but as my air ran out, I floated. I still felt him pounding away, but I drifted into oblivion, and I was content. Not at all worried that Dante would once again end my life.

He squeezed and fucked me so hard I blacked out for a moment. The sensation of his hot release filling me brought me back.

My cock erupted, sending streams of white, creamy spunk onto the sheets.

He released my throat, but I took hold of his hand and slammed it to the birthmark on my chest. During our time together, it had throbbed with an intensity I’d never felt, yet this was the right thing to do.

I knew it deep inside.

I looked down at my skin, which glowed as before. Loud thunder crackled overhead, and the lights in the room flickered, then died, plunging the room into darkness.

I didn’t pass out, but instead, calmness and completeness rolled over me, a sense of belonging I’d never felt with anyone. Growing up, I’d always felt like an outsider, but right now, I felt I’d come home, that this was where I was supposed to be.

What had I done? I’d not consulted Dante, only done what I thought was right. What if it wasn’t?

But just when I thought I’d ruined everything, his arms surrounded me, and he kissed my neck, then whispered in my ear.

“It was the right thing to do. We are bonded. We are complete.”

What the fuck did that mean?

Chapter nineteen

Dante

“What the fuck doesthat mean?”

With my cock still firmly embedded in Austin’s arse, he hit me with a question I had no idea how to answer. I wasn’t even sure what it meant, although I had a pretty good idea after talking with Mal.

When Austin had placed my hand on his mark, I thought he’d pass out. I hadn’t expected the thunder and lightning that accompanied it, nor had I expected him to light up like a fucking beacon, burning far brighter than he had the last time.

“Let’s get cleaned up, and we can discuss it.” Hardly post-coital pillow talk, but I knew he wouldn’t back down until he had all the answers.

Finally, I extricated myself from him, went into the bathroom, and got a washcloth. He followed me.

“You could have waited for me in bed.”

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