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Fuck me. Dante was right all along. I was way too hung up on Wynter. I was so deep into her I didn’t know the way up.
This woman fucked with my brain and my heart. But she was mine now and there was no chance I’d ever let her go. She had a body I wanted to bury myself in, but most of all, she had a soul that I wanted to consume.
She gave me lust. She gave me her body. But it wasn’t enough.
I would take all that she promised me.
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Getting sleep tonight would be a moot point.
So I laid in my bed, wearing just my boxers, my head against the stack of pillows and my eyes locked on the skylight. The dark sky was full of stars but all they fucking did was remind me of her. The girl that slept in the room within my reach; the girl I wanted to consume.
The tension itched my skin, demanding I get a release. My cock wanted to be inside her tight, wet entrance. My own personal haven.
I took my cock in my hand, imagining Wynter’s soft hands wrapped around my dick. She’d pump up and down, too gently at first, but I’d show her how to do it harder. I squeezed my dick hard, pumping it up and down, stroking it and all the while images of Wynter writhing underneath me in pleasure flashed through my mind.
A board creaked, tension shot through me before I reached for my gun and opened my eyes.
I found Wynter staring at me with wide eyes, her lips parted.
I stilled, wondering how long she stood there. I didn’t even hear the goddamn door open.
“How did you get in here?” I grumbled.
She padded towards me, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. God, those long, lithe legs would be the death of me.
“I- I don’t want to sleep alone,” she whispered, licking her lips and her breathing slightly ragged.
My desire flooded my veins and my cock throbbed painfully. Fuck, this was the wrong time for her to seek me out. My control hung by a thread.
“Principessa,” I murmured, unable to turn her away.
CHAPTER58
Wynter
God, watching Bas jerking off was so erotic that I forgot about the beginnings of my nightmare. His guttural noise as his fingers pumped up and down made my pussy ache. My heart thundered in my chest and fire burned in my veins.
I took one step. Then another. No protest left his lips, so I closed the distance to his bed and climbed onto it.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his hand wrapped around his big, thick cock. The faint sounds of the song I recognized came from somewhere else in the house. The song “Ashes” by Madi Diaz whispered words that I could feel in my soul.
He started pumping his cock again, up and down, his soft grunts mixing with the tunes of the song, making it forever deliciously filthy.
The haze in the air thickened; it burned with each inhale. I lifted my gaze up to his face to find his hooded gaze burning with desire and on me. My tongue swept over my lip and a whimper bubbled in my throat.
My skin burned, my heart raced and my breathing was choppy like I just skated a ten minute program at high speed.
The tip of his cock glistened with cum, tempting me with its taste. I remembered how good he tasted.
My hand reached out to his hard cock, wrapping my fingers around his strong ones.
“Fuck, principessa.” His voice was tortured, the tension streaming off his body.
“Let me,” I rasped.
He removed his hand too eagerly. The moment my hand touched the skin of his shaft, a loud groan echoed through his bedroom and straight to my core. It didn’t matter that he just gave me an orgasm mere hours earlier. I wanted him again.
