Page 30 of Beneath the Sapphire Sky

“Dante!”

He tensed above her, body straining, and roared into the crumpled sheets beside her head as he came hard.

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Deep shudders wrackedhis body as he tried to keep his weight off the beautiful being beneath him.

He couldn’t speak. His brain was pure mush. It was hard enough just breathing.

Gentle hands stroked his back down to his ass. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation so close after coming. He’d never get enough of her questing hands on his skin. If someone had told him yesterday that this would happen, he’d have laughed in their face.

Belle Davis, naked beneath him, holding his bare ass in her hands.

His Miss B.

He shook his head to clear it. He opened his eyes. Belle looked up at him, a satisfied, contented expression softening her face. She lifted a hand to push his overlong fringe from his eyes. A weird contentment flooded his veins.

“How you doin’ down there?” His gravelly voice sounded odd to his ears.

“Amazeballs.”

He barked a laugh and rolled onto his back beside her in the wrecked bed. He couldn’t stop laughing; the intense engagement of the last half hour—not only physical, but emotional too—finally overflowing and releasing as over-reactive humour.

“You’re a ratbag, B.”

He scrubbed at his face with both hands. His breathing was finally evening out.

How do I go back to normal now, after this? How do I pretend nothing has changed?

Because it had.

He blew out his held breath. Time to think on that later.

He turned his face against the sheets and looked at her. “Seriously, though. Are you feeling okay? Anything hurt?”

Belle rolled onto her stomach and shuffled up beside him, her head resting on her fist. “Not really. I’m sure things will be rather stiff tomorrow, though.”

He raised an eyebrow, not able to hide his grin at her poor choice in words. “I’m sure they will be.”

She looked confused for a moment, then swatted his shoulder, heat rising in her cheeks.

Damn, she looks adorable like that.

“What are you, twelve?” she said on a laugh.

“Possibly.” He sat up, sudden melancholy invading his calm front. “I’m gonna go clean up.” He pointed to the bathroom. “Back in a sec.”

He hurried to the bathroom, trying not to look like he was. He closed the door and leaned against it and blew out a breath.

Why did he have to get all weird, now of all times?

It might not have been the most inventive, or even most passionate sex of his life—he’d been too nervous about hurting her for that—but hell, it had been the most explosive.

It had blown his mind.

He disposed of the condom and moved to the vanity to splash cold water on his face. He couldn’t help the goofy grin that kept wanting to surface. Even if she decided that once was more than enough, wow.

He knew he wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous like his brothers were, especially Raph. He was so good-looking he was one step away from pretty. And by all indications he would’ve been more than happy to step in for Dante and take Belle to bed.

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