Page 15 of The Heir
"God, I've wanted to say this for so long. Good morning, Melody." Dante swaggers into the room with his black sweatpants hung low on his hips. The breath leaves my lungs. Even in the energy-efficient lighting, he's goddamn gorgeous. The ink covering his taut skin lights something ablaze in me, and my libido shakes herself off. The little wisps of chest hair make me want to get lost in him forhours.
"Hi," I manage to breathe out.Hi?That's all I've got? Did jail make me stupid, too?
"Good morning, my love." He smirks and perches on the edge of the bed, running a gentle hand through my messy hair. "I'll never get tired of looking at you. All of you."
"All of me?" I raise my eyebrows with a grin. I suddenly realize I'm wearing way more clothing than I want to be. Shuffling under the covers, I strip off my T-shirt and shimmy my panties down to my ankles. My husband watches with slackened jaw and rapt attention. He sucks his lower lip in between his teeth and sweeps his gaze up and down my form.
"All of you," he whispers. He yanks the blanket away and lets out a guttural moan. "Fuck, Melody."
"Feel me," I beg. "Touch me. Please. I'm here—I need you—I want you to touch me. Please, Dante?"
That's all the prompting he needs, because my husband—god, he's amazing—pounces on me like a junglecat. He throws me back, spreading my legs wide. His black sweatpants fall to the floor, entirely forgotten. His cock stands at attention, and he rubs the head between my lips.
"Fuck, love, you're so wet for me," he murmurs. "You're so fucking wet. You really need this, don't you?"
"I do!" Writhing my hips, I try to will him closer. "I fucking need it. I fucking need you. Just fuck me, Dante!"
"As my beautiful wife commands."
Keeping one hand on my thigh, he fists his cock and nudges the head into my pussy. I want to feel every goddamn inch of him. The way he stretches me open has me biting my lip and clutching the sheets. My nails dig into my palms through the blanket, but I don't give a singular fuck.
"Are you ready for me, darling?" He sways his hips from side to side, nudging himself deeper and deeper.
"Fuck. Me. Hard," I growl.
This man—this gorgeous man—fucking smirks at me. He smirks, and hegentlyslides his cock in to the hilt. A shuddering gasp wracks through my body as I feel his hips presshardinto mine. Nothing between us. Nothing can ever keep us apart again.
I bare my teeth and rake my nails down his back, relishing in the soft hiss of pain he lets out.
"Fuck, love," he pants. "Do that again."
"You want it?" I demand. "Fucking make me. Make me forget. Make me forget everything but you."
Every rock of his hips sends my head rolling back, my eyes watering with ahintof pain—but the pleasure far overpowers it. I need him. I've needed him for months. I'll never let go of him ever again.
"You're mine, Melody," he huffs. "You're fucking mine. You hear me? You'remine. You feel this cock? You feel the way it aches for you? The way I'm so fucking hard for you?"
I don't even have the words to affirm him. I don't have any coherent thought. Just a deep, intense, all-consumingneed. The soul-burning desire to be with him, to have him in me, to have him spill his seed in me—multiple times a day, if I'm able. The thought sends another shiver down my spine, and I clutch his shoulders while he pounds deeper and deeper.
"Fuck," I gasp. "Fuck. Just… fuck."
A tear leaks from my eye and trails down my cheek in a hot, jagged line. He leans down and licks it away. "No tears, love. Only joy."
"It is joy," I protest. "It is. I missed you so fucking much—fuck!"
"I missed you—shit—more." Dante drops to his elbows and boxes me in. His breath fans over my neck,forcing little goosebumps to erupt all over me. "I missed you more."
He sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my shoulder—the hint of pain roars back to the surface. I can't help the primal groan that forces its way from my lungs. "More. More!"
"More?" he mumbles. Shifting himself again, he reaches a hand down to my clit and gently circles the sensitive bud while pistoning his hips—he hitsevery single nerveand more. I sound like an animal, I'm sure, but I can't stop.
I can't fucking stop. And I'm powerless to hold the building orgasm at bay. My muscles tense, and I feel the delicious heat flare to life at the base of my spine.
"Fuck—don't stop," I plead. "Don't you dare fucking stop."
His thrusts come more erratically, and his fingers press down on either side of my clit. Every neuron in my body ignites. I'm tumbling over the edge into nothingness before I can take another breath. The only thing that exists right now is him. Me. Us. The liquid heat of his cum spilling into me, lubricating his thrusting cock, and the way I can't seem to keep my legs still.
Dante lets out a deep groan as he fucks the last drops of cum deep into my pussy, right before he shudders to a halt. "Oh, god, Melody. God, love. I missed you so fucking much."
