Page 114 of Obsession & Oath

And oh, I’m a fuckingmess.A bumbling, whiningmess.“Dante. Dante. Please.Please…fuckingmove.Please.”

A gentle hand reaches round to cup my chin and turns me back to face him.

For all his bravado and teasing, he looks just as ruined as I feel.

“For you,anything.”

Then, that gentle hand bundles itself in my hair andpulls.

And he immediately begins to fuck into me. Hard, fast, unforgiving, desperate, urgent, devastating,everything.

Perfect.

There’s no way for me to dampen the noises I make, even if I want to. The sinful sound of our pounding skin is enough for my orgasm to immediately begin to heighten.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Dante is murmuring to himself. “So perfect. Mine. You’remine.”

Then, sharper, “Tell me.”

The words bubble up in my throat for a moment, unable to quite remember how to speak as he effectively fucks my brains out. “I’m yours. Just yours.Dante…please.”

“Please, what?”

“Harder.”

With a groan, he complies, and I feel myself nearing that impossible edge. Everything is alight. Everything is perfect. Nothing exists except the points where our skin touch.

Stars begin to speckle the corners of my vision, and there’s no holding back. I don’t ever want to hold back again.

Then, as prophesied, I scream.

* * *

The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Just Dante and me, like it always should be, tangled in the sheets.

His arm is wrapped around me, holding me close against his chest. I listen to the steady beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his breathing. I feel safe. I am safe.

Dante tilts his head down, pressing a kiss against my forehead. “You’re quiet.”

I smile faintly. “I’m thinking.”

His hand moves to my stomach, fingers splayed protectively over the small swell there. “About Dante Junior?”

I swot at him before covering his hand with mine, holding it there. “About everything.”

I think about how easily I could have lost this. How, in another life, I might have been trapped in the Cartel’s clutches forever, raising another man’s child in a world of blood and violence.

But instead, Ichosethis.Chose him.

And he chose me, too.

“I love you,” I whisper, tilting my head to look at him. “More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

Dante’s dark eyes soften. He shifts so that our foreheads rest together, his nose brushing against mine.

“I love you too.”

I swallow against the lump in my throat, my fingers tightening around his.

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