Page 54 of Of Murder and Matrimony

That was the only warning he gave me before he lifted my right leg and pinned it against the wall, opening me to him. His thick cock nudged my entrance and slipped, ramming across my clit. I whimpered, still overstimulated, every nerve ending in my body alive. He fisted his length and lined it up, biting his lip as he found his target and pressed inside me an inch, rocking there for a few seconds. He met my eyes, and his smile turned into bared teeth as he thrust in to the hilt, his shout reverberating off the expansive shower walls.

My back slammed into the tile again and again as Dante set a rapid pace, fucking me like I was his lifeline. Maybe I was.

He speared his fingers through my hair, tilting my head back almost painfully as his teeth sank into my jaw. His mouth moved down my neck, sucking, licking, nibbling sharply, marking me.

“Look at me, Olesya.” His voice was gravel, his eyes blazing when I met his stare. “I can’t fucking lose you. I love you.”

His next thrust knocked the wind from my lungs as I slammed into the wall behind me. Or maybe it was his declaration. I opened my mouth and tried to respond, but the words wouldn’t come out. He wasn’t waiting for reciprocation, though.

Strands of my hair pulled free as Dante fisted the wet locks, pounding my pussy harder, his cock filling every inch of me, forcing my inner walls to accommodate his girth. He knew exactly what I needed, grinding his pelvis against my clit with every thrust. I flexed my toes on my left leg, trying to stay upright even as my body was ravaged by my husband’s primal side.

My fingers slipped over Dante’s wet skin, and he grunted. “I told you to hold on. Fucking claw me if you need to.”

He released my head and hoisted my other leg up, his arms hooked under my knees to keep me spread wide for him. His cock already deep, he switched to quick thrusts of his hips, driving me to the edge of what I could handle.

“Dante.” I don’t know what I was pleading for.

Less. More. Everything.

“Take my cock, wife.” He buried his face against my neck and sucked the flesh there unrelentingly. I relaxed my hips, giving in to him. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”

My nails dug into his shoulder, then the back of his neck, as I tried to weather Dante’s onslaught. I was lost in the sound of our moans, the slapping of wet flesh, and how I could feel every inch of his cock with every snap of his hips.

“I need you,” I panted against Dante’s shoulder. He held me on the verge of another orgasm, and I needed that final push.

But I needed him, too.

His praise, his validation, his support.

His love.

“Your pussy is fluttering around me.” Dante sounded almost in awe, though he’d made me come countless times before. “Fuck, I can feel you squeezing my cock. Do that again.”

I concentrated on flexing my walls around him, and he moaned with pleasure. It was tighter, heightening every glide of his cock through my passage. “Come in me, Dante.”

“Yes,” he purred, his fingers digging into my thighs. “I’m going to fill this little pussy, Olesya. Make you take every fucking inch of me, then give you every last drop of my come.”

“Please.” I was begging, desperate, beyond reason.

I needed this man. My husband. There was no denying it. Maybe it was infatuation. Perhaps it could even be love one day. But at that moment, I would have done damn near anything to be close to him, to feel his skin pressing against mine. I didn’t have to flex my pelvic muscles again; they tightened with my impending orgasm.

Dante’s muscles rippled with his effort, his heels slapping against the wet tile as he lifted onto his toes to drive into me recklessly. I couldn’t let go of him without risking us both falling, but I tugged on his shoulders, trying to draw him down to me. I mirrored his earlier words. “Kiss me. I want to taste you as you fill my pussy.”

“How are you real?” He took my mouth almost reverently, like he was afraid I’d vanish into thin air. In an instant, our hard fucking turned slowly sensual. I whimpered as my orgasm faded just out of reach. “Stay with me, piccola fantasma. Move with me, now.”

I rolled my hips in time with his, the head of his cock dragging over my g-spot, his pelvis stimulating my clit. His lips were insistent, his tongue hot and rough against mine. We were entirely in sync, as close as two people could be without becoming the same person. Connected on a deeper level than I’d felt before.

My orgasm hit me like an explosion, my vision going white as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“Fuck, Olesya!” Dante shouted as he thrust a final time, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with rope after rope of his come.

My pussy spasmed again when he called out my name, and he fell heavily against me, trapping me against the wall with his weight. We stayed like that for a long moment before Dante’s cock slipped free, and he carefully lowered my legs, supporting me with an arm around my waist when my sore muscles wouldn’t hold me up.

“Let’s get you dry,” he said gently, holding my hand as we stepped from the shower onto the plush bath mat. He grabbed a fluffy white towel and took his time drying me, even squeezing the excess water from my hair. When I was dry, he kissed my forehead and mopped up the water from his body.

He swept me up into his arms like he hadn’t just supported my weight while fucking me silly and strode into his bedroom, setting me gently on the bed and pulling the covers down. Now that I was coming down from the high of the night’s excitement, my nerves had returned. I wrung my hands in my lap and watched Dante walk around the bed.

“I can go back to my room,” I offered quietly.

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