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She moans. Her legs widen more, and she grinds into my palm.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I mumble, taking her other breast in my mouth and teasing her clit with my thumb.

"Oh God!" she cries out, writhing, digging her nails into my skull and ass.

I shimmy over her, kissing her through her orgasm, muffling all the sounds I've dreamed of for so many years. But they're barely like the sounds I only got a glimpse of in Gianni's movie room all those years ago.

These are desperate, mixed with grief and longing, with no attempt to stay quiet. They aren't an innocent, untouched girl's. They're from a woman who's trying to feel, trying to find life again.

"Dante," she barely gets out, her eyes glistening.

"Shh. It's okay. Everything is okay," I murmur. Then I'm in her pussy, tasting her, teasing her, taking everything I've ever wanted, and not thinking a goddamn moment about myself or the growing ache in my cock. I don't rush it or do anything half-assed. Every second is one more moment I want to repeat.

"Dante...oh God!" her raspy voice cries out. She pulls my hair so hard, I think it might rip from my scalp. Her hot, dewy thighs tremble, squeezing my cheeks.

I switch my fingers to her clit and inch my tongue in and out of her channel, going as deep as I can and swirling it against her walls. Then I rub her clit faster until she's clenching my tongue and cursing.

I lunge over her, shoving her thigh in the air and pressing my forehead to hers. And since I'm a greedy man, I thrust into her in one move, eyes pinned on hers, studying the little bit of light that sparked, trying to burn brighter.

She moans, her mouth in an O, her arms tightening around me. It all gives me the illusion she's mine, and there's no way this could ever be anything different.

Bliss swaddles me as my cock slides against her walls. It’s pure fucking heaven, a thousand times better than I imagined it would be, so I hold myself back from going any faster.

But it's like Bridget knows what the primal urge in me is dying to do. Her cheeks heat and her voice cracks. "Fuck me harder."

I groan, flipping her over, and she inhales sharply. I push her head on the pillow and pull her waist up then plunge back into her.

"Jesus!" she breathes.

I lean over her, resting my forearm on the mattress and tugging on her hair, claiming her how I've always wanted to. "You're mine, Bridge. Every part of you is mine."

She closes her eyes and presses her hips into me. "Hard, Dante."

I pound into her, suck on the curve of her neck, and grunt in her ear. "Open your eyes," I demand.

She does, then she comes, the blue in her eyes overtaking the green, still empty and sad but with a hint of her light flickering through.

I thrust through her orgasm as her cunt milks my cock for everything it has, everything it can give. I shoot all of it deep inside her, finally marking her as mine after all these years.

When I can focus again, I lie on my back, tugging her into me, but she spins so she isn't facing me. I'm not sure if it's intentional or not. Several minutes pass until my heart feels normal again.

I stroke her stomach and kiss the back of her head. "You all right, dolcezza?"

She puts her hand over mine, her thumb caressing me, but says nothing. I don't push or say anything else. When she falls asleep, she's in my arms.

But when I wake up the next day, she's gone.

9

Bridget

Cold wind slapsmy face when I step outside the Ritz. Morning light is trying to crack the darkness, creating a blue hue everywhere. My driver pulls up to the valet area, jumps out of the car, and opens the back door. I hold my head high, avoiding his gaze. I'm aware I look a mess.

As soon as I get in the car, I lean back into the headrest, closing my eyes. My stomach is a quivering mess of anxiety. The scent of Dante's skin still flares in my nostrils, which makes me curse him. It's an aphrodisiac, making every sense in my body wish I hadn't left.

What did I do?

Why did I like it so much?

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