Page 84 of The Fated and the Damned
My hand found its way downwards and I played with myself, nearly panting around Dante’s cock as another orgasm built. Dante groaned and the sound only excited me more, drenching my already wet upper thighs.
His pace quickened and he thrust without mercy until his release hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it greedily, licking my lips once he pulled out. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, eying me from head to toe, watching me hungrily as I continued pleasuring myself. “My sweet girl.”
I smiled, drinking in his praise, putting on a show as I worked my fingers and squeezed my full breast with one hand. “I want …” I gasped as a wave of pleasure rippled through me.
Dante’s gaze turned dangerous, his cock already hard again as he stroked it. “What do you want, sweet thing?”
“I want you inside me.”
He growled in approval and shifted back onto the bed, resting on his elbows. I wet my lips and crawled towards him, turning and lowering myself onto his length. He slapped my ass and a sharp sting marked my flesh, making me shiver. I moaned and he whispered behind me, “Do you like that, Freckles?”
I moaned again as he slapped harder this time and I sank deeper onto him, his cock hitting me at an incredible angle that immediately had me panting, the pleasure inside me building. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”
Another orgasm ripped through me, but Dante lifted my cheeks, bouncing me up and down as he slammed into me again and again. My legs grew weak. I let him move my body as my vision grew spotty and I felt deliriously drunk on pleasure.
Silly me thought that was it.
He grabbed me and, quicker than I could blink, was smearing my juices up my backside, sliding his finger against my rear hole before sticking it inside, stretching me. When he was satisfied, he slid his cock home and a whole new world of pleasure opened before me.
“Hadur’s blade,” I groaned, bouncing back against his dick, panting with the friction. Dante grunted, thrusting deep inside me, harder and faster until my mouth opened in a silent scream.
He moved my body, pressing my chest into the bed, my face buried in the softness as he took charge, thrusting into me again and again.
Dante followed me into oblivion, spilling inside me before he stilled and pressed kisses down my spine. He winked at me, a smug grin that said ‘I own you now’ plastered on his face.
Sure, sure. We both knew I was the one who really wore the pants. He came back and helped me clean up. Someone knocked on the door and I looked at him in alarm, but he only grinned knowingly.
He exchanged words with a woman—not even bothering to hide his nakedness, the poor old dear—then re-entered our chambers with a basket under his arm. “Gifts,” he explained. “From our old friend Imre.”
My stomach grumbled at the mere thought of the baker. We hadn’t eaten in over a day and food had been the last thing on my mind after the lingering nausea following the battle. But now that it was here …
I sniffed, the mouth-watering scent of freshly baked bread and sugary sweetness filling my nostrils. “Oh my gods,” I said, feeling hopeful. “Do I smell bejgli?”
Dante chuckled. “You’re in luck, my little pastry thief. He spoils you.”
It’s true. Imre knew my bad habits and fed them all too eagerly. A fact which only made me love that gentle soul even more.
I rifled through the basket, lifting a bejgli to my mouth and biting into the sweet pastry, groaning as the taste of walnut and poppyseeds exploded in my mouth.
For a while we just sat there, eating our fill quietly, Dante toying with my hair with his free hand.
“Stupid question I know but … Are you okay?” he asked after I’d lapsed into silence, my thoughts returning to darker things.
“Not really, but I will be. It’s not the death that scares me, but what comes next.” I sighed and shifted so I was lying on my side, thinking of the humans I’d so easily wiped out. “I don’t regret what I did, but there will be consequences.”
“The humans had their chance,” he replied, scanning my face. “We offered peace and they answered with brutality.”
“Perhaps, but more will come to settle the score. This isn’t over.”
“Then we’ll restore the wards,” Dante said, his voice tight. “The barriers kept us hidden for many years. When the humans come looking, they’ll find no evidence of Mistvellen.”
“I hope you’re right.” I reached for his hand, soaking in his warmth. He smiled at me and it was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen—the most beautiful feeling, knowing I’d get to wake up and see it every day. That simple gesture alone made it all worth it, but it also made my stomach twist with stark reminder at the smiles I’d lost in the process.
His hand found my cheek and he pressed a kiss to my lips, gentle and lingering. When he pulled back, he smiled softly once more, encouraging and patient.
I chewed my lip, knowing we both needed to talk about what happened. It was real and ignoring it, pretending it wasn’t so wouldn’t change the fates of those who’d passed on. “Things are going to change now, Dante. It scares me, knowing so many people are going to look to us as their leaders, now that—that—”Now that our parents are dead.Tears burned my eyes, only this time, I let them fall gladly, my shoulders shaking as that last gruesome image of my mother sped through my mind.
His own eyes glistened as he wiped my cheek with his knuckles, his lips pulled down. “I know it hurts, and it probably always will, but they died knowing their legacy lives on. You were your mother’s pride and joy, Kitarni. You and Eszter. Not every son or daughter can say the same.”
