Page 154 of Auctioned Innocence
“Sofia,” he says, turning me to face him, his hands framing my face. “Three months ago, I thought I knew what I wanted from life. I thought I was content being an enforcer, protecting you from a distance, keeping my feelings locked away.”
He kisses me softly, then continues. “But you changed everything. You made me want more—want a partnership, want a family, want a future I’d never let myself dream of.”
His hands trail down to rest on my stomach, and something shifts in his expression—wonder, possessiveness, infinite tenderness.
“This baby,” he says quietly, “our baby—it’s not an accident or a complication. It’s proof that something good can come from all the darkness we’ve been through. That love wins.”
When he kisses me this time, it’s different from all the desperate, frantic passion we’ve shared before. This is slow, reverent, full of promises and new beginnings. His mouth trails down my neck, across my collarbone, worshipping every inch of skin like it’s precious.
“I want to touch you,” he whispers against my breast. “All of you. But I don’t want to hurt?—”
“You won’t,” I assure him, my hands tangling in his hair. “The doctor said everything’s fine. We’re fine.”
He lifts me carefully, laying me down on the bed like I’m made of spun glass. Every touch is a question, every kiss an answer.
“I love you,” he says as he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. My pants and underwear soon follow along with his. “I love both of you.”
Dante dips his fingers between us and hisses when he feels how wet I am. I squirm under his hand, biting my lip while riding his hand.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroke him as I lift my hips for him. My pleasure is a mess, defined by the moans I make and the whimpers of his name. I’ll never be able to have enough of him.
Dante moves between my thighs, ignoring the soft whine I give him when I can no longer touch him, and he kneels before me. I’m a second from saying something when his tongue slides through my folds, and my head drops back down to the bed. “Oh,god.”
He wraps his arms around my legs, spreading me open for him as he licks me with short, slow strokes of his tongue that causes my breathing to grow shallower. Rushed strokes of his tongue have me lifting my hips and pressing my pussy to his mouth while I cry out for him. The gentle graze of his teeth on my clit makes me scream for him, throwing my arms out and gripping the sheets until I’m swearing that I’m going to come.
But it’s not until he pumps two fingers inside of me, curling with each stroke, that I break apart. I cry out, digging my fingers into his hair until my nails scratch his scalp as I lift my hips to follow his tongue. Even as I come down, I can see him watch metake the slow licks he’s giving me until I’m shuddering around him.
“Dante,” I whisper, body still shaking. “Come here. I need you.”
When he moves over me, it’s with infinite care, as if I might break beneath him. I whimper when I feel the head of his cock rub against my slick pussy. “Please. No teasing.”
“Not even a little?” Dante murmurs, moving his hips until his cock is brushing my clit.
“No,” I nearly snarl and press the back of my heels into his ass and shove him forward. He’s clearly not expecting it—though he should have—and slides into me with one thrust. “Oh,fuck.”
My eyes close, my mouth parting at the feel of him. “You feel so good,” I moan and lift my hips again, moving against him. I’m desperate for any friction.
Dante lifts my legs over his shoulders and pulls nearly out of me before taking me again with a hard thrust that causes me to drag my nails down his chest.
“Please. Just like that.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. When he manages to speak, it’s nearly always my name. A repeated prayer as he slides into me until there’s sweat forming on his brow, and there are scratches on his chest from my nails while he fucks me.
I reach between my thighs between us and flick my eyes up at him. “Should I…?”
“Fuck me,please.” It’s clear he can barely get those three words out, and I grin smugly until he slams into me again as he tilts my hips. “That’s it, baby. Play with your pussy for me. God. I want to see you just like this when I’m not inside you.”
The noises I’m making are inhuman. Desperate, if I’m being honest.
“Will you give me that? Will you spread your pretty thighs for me and show me how you get yourself off, baby? I’ll make you feel so good after.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “As long as you don’t stop,yes.”
“Come on my cock,” Dante snarls, his hips rolling and smacking into mine. “That’s it. Good girl. Show me how well you can touch yourself when I’m fucking you.”
It’s all too much. I scream his name as I come. And when my hand falls away, Dante rubs his thumb against my clit until I’m trying to reach for the headboard. He follows me soon after, grunting and chanting my name before he collapses on top of me.
Carefully, he rolls over and pulls me against his chest, one hand spread protectively over my stomach where our child grows.
