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I want to please him, and I want him to have anything he wants from me and my body. "Just be gentle, okay? I've never done that before."
"Of course," his voice is low and serious, despite the position we're both in, "Relax. I'll make you feel good."
I nod once, willing my body to be loose once more while Dante fishes in the bedside table for a bottle of lube. I hear him stroking the oil over himself before I feel it trickling between my cheeks, and I bite my lip as he lines up and begins pushing into me. It's a lot, and I can feel my body resisting at first, but then his cock pops inside of me, and I gasp at the fullness.
"Are you all right?"
I nod, my eyes squeezed shut, hands fisting the sheets beneath me. "I'm fine. I just need a second."
The sensation isn't just tight, it's burning, but the pain is laced with the pleasure of having him inside of me. That pleasure eclipses any hurt when he reaches between us and finds my clit. I hum softly as he works me, trying to loosen up around him, and when I feel my body relaxing, he starts to move.
It's slow and measured, just like he promised. He lets me adjust to his size, working me towards another orgasm all the while. He's hitting something inside of me that I never even knew existed, and the tension inside of me builds so slowly that I don't realize how close I am to coming until I'm already there, and my orgasm rocks through me like a tidal wave.
"That's it, sweet Isla," Dante growls from behind me, his voice tight. "You're doing so good for me."
I can tell he's holding back, and I want him to let go, to take what he wants from me. So I press back against him and say, "Don't hold back. Fuck me."
He responds by wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me back so I'm on my knees, my back to his chest, his hand still between my legs, and then he really does fuck me. I cry out at the force of his thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of me as he chases his release while still being careful with me.
Dante growls, the sound animalistic in his throat, and his lips are on my neck, kissing and biting. In seconds, I feel him tense behind me, his hips going still as he comes hard, spilling inside of my ass in hot spurts.
Even when it's over, his touch is reverent, lowering us to the bed together smoothly so I never leave his arms.
"I love you," I sigh, "But I'm still a little mad. And I think we both need a shower."
Dante huffs a laugh, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. "That's fair. And then maybe another round."
"You're crazy," I laugh.
"I admitted I was," He pauses, "How about a shower and then we order takeout?”
It's the best plan I've ever heard, and I kiss him soundly to show him my approval.
It'spast midnight when Dante gently shakes me awake from where I've dozed off on the couch. I groan, trying to pull away, but he won't take no for an answer.
"Just five minutes, Isla," he promises, "and then we can sleep."
Bleary-eyed, I let him lead me to the roof where we've spent so many nights stargazing. It's another rare night with no clouds, and while I shiver in the wind, Dante holds me close enough to fight back most of the cold.
The lights of the city and the shushing of the ocean waves in the half-dark are almost hypnotizing, and we don't speak for a long moment. Then, I feel Dante shift, and he's reaching into his pocket.
What's going on doesn't hit me until he's sinking down on one knee, and then my heart is hammering, tears already forming in my eyes.
He cracks the small velvet box open, the gold band and enormous diamond sparkling in the moonlight. "I love you, and I won't apologize for the lengths I had to go to get us to this moment. But I can, and will, make you my wife. Will you marry me, Isla?"
I'm crying now, and I nod, barely able to speak, "Yes, I'll marry you."
Dante slides the ring on my finger and kisses me. And then he picks me up and spins me around, and I'm laughing through my tears, the city lights blurring. I belong to Dante Vale, and it's exactly what I’ve wanted all along.
EPILOGUE
DANTE
One Year Later
Islow the car down in front of the iron gates, reaching out to type the PIN into the keypad and watching as they swing open. The papers are signed, the deed handed over, and we are finally home.
All three of us.
