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And then my vision blurs as I feel my pussy tighten around nothing. A gush of wetness leaves me, and my moans grow louder as he continues to work his fingers in and out of my ass.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “Dripping all over my hand. You were fucking made for this, baby.”

I feel a surge of lust at his words, and with every slippery glide, every stretch of my tight, forbidden hole, the pleasure swells higher inside me, a wave that’s threatening to crash. My cries are no longer muffled against his chest but right against his ears, in tune with his softly whispered curses.

His head is tilted close to me as if he wants to catch every whimper, every plea, every ragged moan as I completely unravel for him. I’m mindless with the need to come.

And then, I’m right there on the brink, my whole body taut.

“Oh God, Dante,” I cry as I tether, desperate for my orgasm. Dante bites down on my neck again. Then his thumb presses hard over my swollen clit.

That single touch pushes me off the brink and sends me tumbling into ecstasy. My mouth opens on a soundless scream, and my vision goes black. My ass tightens around his fingers as he starts to rub my clit in tight perfect circles, drawing out my climax.

“Fuck!” The pleasure-laden cry tears out of me as my nails dig into his shoulder muscles, seeking purchase against the overwhelming pleasure blooming in my pelvis. I gasp in surprise when I feel wetness running down my thighs.

I’ve never come like this before, never this much, and I’m shocked by its intensity. I drift as I slowly recover from my climax, yet still suspended in a haze I can't quite name.

“You want more, Addy?”

I look up to meet Dante’s gaze and take him in. His strength, his words, his warmth. It’s as if he's unlocked something, a deep connection, an anchor even as grief threatens to pull me under.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Adele

I can’t look away from Dante’s eyes. Large, black pupils rimmed with molten silver irises that make me feel like I'm tumbling into a bottomless pool. It's both unnerving and exhilarating.

“Addy. Do you want more?” Dante’s voice is hoarse with need. His raw tone jerks me out of my trance. I also hear the undertone of grief beneath his tightly restrained desire, and I know he needs to lose himself in me, too.

I swallow and whisper, “Yes.”

“Louder,” he demands, wiping his hand on my thighs and spreading my wetness everywhere. If it wasn’t clear how much I squirted just now, I just got a clear idea.

My hips buck against the hand that's still between my thighs as I grow more desperate for his touch. “Yes! Fuck me like you mean it, Dante.”

“Alright.” Dante steps back and starts to unbutton his shirt, and cocks his head at the bed. “On your knees,” he commands. “I want your arms stretched out and your cheek right against the pillow.”

My heart races as I scramble to obey, my face turned to watch him undress. The play of his muscles makes my mouth water with the need to trace each precisely cut one with my tongue, marveling at how each one stands in stark relief against the ink on his torso.

My arousal swells as Dante bares more of his skin. The moment his long, thick, veiny cock springs into view, I start to squirm.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait. He gets on the bed behind me and folds himself right over my back. I arch into him, seeking fuller contact, but he winds his fist around my hair to hold me down. A mixture of pain and pleasure courses through me, and I raise my hips, silently begging for more.

Dante rears back and enters me in a single long, unending thrust. My body stiffens, and I let out a loud whimper as he fills me completely. Immediately he starts to thrust into me, fast and deep, his hips slapping against my ass, his balls hitting my swollen clit.

My fingers clench into the sheets, my cries muffling into the pillow. Each stroke is masterful, stretching and filling me and slamming hard enough to set me right on the knife edge of pain and pleasure. My mind goes blank, emptying of everything except the feel of him as the tension starts to coil and stretch inside me.

Dante tightens his grip on my hair and pulls my head back so hard that it brings tears to my eyes. But the pain only heightens the pleasure, and I whimper, my body seizing beneath his.

“Let me hear you scream my name, tesoro.”

And that’s when I realize what I’ve been crying out almost non stop into the pillow.

His name.

My mouth snaps shut, heat spreading over my face and neck. But when he pulls my hips back against his cock and changes the angle of his thrusts, pleasure washes over me, so intense it makes me tremble. I do as I’m told, too far gone to care about anything else except surviving my impending climax.

Dante gets louder, too, each harsh breath punctuated by a curse every time he bottoms out inside me. His other hand leaves my hair and slides beneath me to cup my breast, his fingers pinching my hard nipple.

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