Page 72 of Beneath the Sapphire Sky

“I love you too, Isabel Davis.”

Her eyes widened. She went to speak, but he took her mouth in a searing, brain-melting kiss, his rhythm gaining in momentum, small moans and gasps coming from both only to be soaked up by the leafy vines surrounding them.

Belle shoved her hands into his hair to hold that destructive mouth to her own. She never wanted this to end. She wanted to feel him moving, stroking, sliding; his taut, toned body pleasuring her own.

She’d never get enough of him, period.

“Dante… Go steady with me?”

Halting laughter burst from him, his lips against hers. “I’ll go anywhere you want, and I’ll take you with me.”

She let out a laugh that ended on a loud moan. He took both her hands and raised them beside her head, leaning his body weight down on them as he started to push her harder.

His mouth fell to devour her neck, open-mouthed kisses and licks becoming more desperate. “Let go. Be mine.”

Belle’s fingers curled over his at the exquisite sensation flooding her. Liquid fire drowned her blood, snaking back and begging for more.

“I’ve always been yours,” she whispered.

Dante bucked and tensed, his muscles strung tight and hard. “Belle!Please.”

Sparkles burst behind her eyes, her body tensing, gripping. She arched upward against him and cried out into the summer night as ecstasy engulfed her. Dante came hard, bit down on her shoulder, and roared into her skin.

Small shudders and aftershocks of pure pleasure rippled over her in decreasing waves. Her breathing started to return to normal.

“I love what you do to me.”

She could feel his smile against her neck. He shifted a little but didn’t move off her.

“That’s good to know, because I’m going to be doing a lot tonight.”

Belle pushed him up a little so she could see his face in the soft light of the candles.

So beautiful.

She traced his lips with a finger. Tenderness entered his eyes, a softness that threatened to overwhelm and drown her.

What a wonderful way to go.

She let a sly smile leak onto her mouth and gripped his ribs. “First things first.”

At his confused look, she twisted and flipped him onto his back, neatly straddling his hips. She looked down, quite proud of herself.

“Look at that. Dante on his back.”

A satiated grin stretched his lips. He grabbed the bottom of her crop top and hauled it up over her head.

“Get this thing off. I want to see your gorgeous tits in the moonlight.”

Belle laughed and sat back, letting him look all he wanted. “Happy now?”

He ran his hands up her skin to cup them, wonder and hunger filling his eyes.

“Most definitely.”

Epilogue

Belle followed Danteinto the Spotted Cow. Christmas decorations adorned every available surface. Thick garlands swung across the ceiling, huge festive bells hanging at random intervals along the lengths.

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