Page 13 of Merciless Monster

I open my legs for him, making room for his magnificent erection. I want him inside me. I want Dante to take me and do whatever he pleases. I’ve never wanted anyone this much. My body is begging for him to subjugate me.

His shaft is warm and hard as he slides into me. I let out a sharp breath at the forceful, pleasurable shunt and immediately grab onto his firm posterior, riding him like a bucking Bronco.

Nothing else matters at this moment. Nothing! I am alone in a universe with Dante and the two of us are in perfect sync. He’s kissing me now, marking me with his scent, like a wild animal does when it rubs itself against a tree trunk in the wild.

‘You’re mine,’ his body says to me in no uncertain terms. I’m his and I yield to him. No greater force exists at this moment in time than the one that is coursing through our bodies. We move as one. We think as one. We want one thing—sweet release.

Faster, harder, and more urgent still, until I can feel my orgasm rising up inside me. It spills out of me with such force that I’m sure I’m going to snap my spine. Out it gushes, like a volcano shooting hot lava into the night sky. I call out his name as I climax. His sweet name rests on my lips as I feel him tense up before he too yields to the force.

Then, all is silent. Only the sound of hard breathing from two lovers who have given their all to the cause. I’m floating in a sea of dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin. They have me helplessly under their spell.

I open my eyes only to look at my lover. He is propped up on his side, resting on his arm. He smiles while he gazes into my dreamy, postcoital eyes. What should I say? Do I even imagine that I have the appropriate words hidden somewhere in my vocabulary that could match this experience? I doubt it.

“You are a rare and beautiful creature, Mia,” Dante says, gently kissing my breast.

How do I top that sentiment? I feel that I must gush. He deserves any and all accolades I can muster, but I remain speechless. All I can do is stare into his beautiful, espresso-like eyes and watch as the tongues of the flames from the fireplace dance around the room.

I close my eyes while he snuggles against my back. Pure Heaven.

4

MIA

It’s so quiet, except for the sound of the ocean in the distance. I open my eyes. For a moment, I forget where I am. Then it hits me. Dante. The memories of last night come flooding back all at once, and I have an overwhelming urge to stretch out and purr like a cat.

Dante isn’t in bed. The side where he slept is empty and cold. I wonder where he is. I look at my watch. 11 a.m! Yikes! I must have been out for the count. I sit up and look around the room.

The sun is peering through the slit in the drapes. The view must be even more spectacular in the light of day, so I get up so I can open the curtains and look outside. Ugh…I would kill for a cup of coffee. The combination of champagne and brandy has left me feeling a little worse for wear. I desperately need a shower, too.

I notice a piece of paper on the nightstand. It’s addressed to me. I open it and read.

Good morning, you gorgeous creature.

I hope you slept well. Thank you for a wonderful time last night. I don’t usually do this, but I have a work emergency, so I have to leave early. Please make yourself at home and feel free to stay as long as you like. The villa staff will take good care of you. The driver is at your disposal.

I hope to see you again, Mia.

Warmest regards,

Dante

Damn. I have to admit that I’m disappointed. I was hoping to spend some more time with the irresistible Dante, but I guess that’s a bust. Oh, well. We did have one passionate night. I’m sure it’s one I won’t forget anytime soon.

I pop the note into my bag and head for the shower. There is no sense in moping around on such a beautiful, sunny Mediterranean day. I have a gorgeous villa all to myself and a driver to boot. My day could be a whole lot worse.

* * *

Italy was a rare and exciting treat, but it feels good to be home. I’m excited to see Gina tonight. She and Jeff are back from their honeymoon, and I’m dying to tell her about my dalliance with Dante. I can’t get him out of my mind. He made quite an impression on me. I catch myself daydreaming about our night of passionate love making more often than I should.

It was a night I sorely needed. I’m back to my old self again. No more moping about, regretting the colossal waste of time spent with Sam. In fact, I don’t have one ounce of regret. Dante liberated me from the mire of self loathing and I’ll be eternally grateful to him for that.

“Hi! Come in. Oof, I’ve missed you, Gina says, hugging so tightly I can hardly breathe.

“Well, hello there. Don’t you look amazing? You wear marriage well. So, tell me all about it. How was the honeymoon?”

“Uh, amazing. I highly recommend it, M. But, before we get to the boring bits where I gush and show you all the pictures, I must ask. Where did you disappear to? One minute you were dancing, and the next you were gone. Who is he? Did you have your well deserved holiday romance?”

“More like a wedding inspired hump fest,” I grin.

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