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I am breathless. Claimed.
Marked in a way that can never be undone.
Ruined for anyone else—body, mind, and soul.
Chapter 31
Dante
Even in my sleep, she haunts me.
A warm, wet heat wraps around my cock, and I groan, sinking deeper into the mattress. The sensation is fucking sinful, pulling me into the kind of dream that leaves a man wrecked. I don’t want to wake up. Not yet. Not when it feels this good, her lips stretching over me, her tongue teasing along the slit, hot and wet and fucking perfect.
But then, my eyes crack open.
Not a dream.
My wife kneels between my legs, her mouth around my cock, eyes locked on mine. A satisfied little smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she takes me deeper, swallowing around me.
Fuck.
I let out a ragged groan, tangling my fingers in her hair. “You're insatiable, leonessa.”
She hums, the vibration shooting straight through my spine. “You complaining?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
I grip the back of her head, guiding her down, watching her take me inch by inch. Her mouth is hot, sucking slow, teasing, driving me insane. I jerk my hips up, hitting the back of her throat, and she moans, her nails biting into my thighs.
I lose it.
My grip tightens. I take control, fucking her mouth, growling as she hollows her cheeks, sucking me down like she was made for this. My stomach coils tight, heat building, sharp. “Look at you, so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” I murmur darkly, watching her eyes glaze with need.
She moans, dragging her tongue over the length of me before taking me even deeper. Pleasure claws through me like fire, and then I yank her back, just before I explode. She gasps, licking her swollen lips, eyes flashing with defiance. “Why did you stop me?” she pants.
I clamp a firm grip around her waist, rolling us effortlessly until she’s sprawled beneath me, bare and mine, just as she should be. My voice is a rough murmur against her heated skin. “Because when I come, it’ll be buried deep in my wife’s pussy, right where it fucking belongs.”
I drive into her in a single, unrelenting thrust, tearing a moan from her throat, raw and unfiltered. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer as I pound into her, dragging her hips to meet every brutal thrust.
She claws at my back, gasping, shaking. I fuck her like I own her, like I need her more than air, because I do. And when she finally shatters around me, my name a breathless cry on her lips, I follow, emptying myself inside her with a growl.
For a moment, neither of us move, the air between us thick with the remnants of pleasure.
Then, a slow smirk curves my lips. “Now that’s what I call a proper morning.”
She exhales a breathless laugh. “You’re so insufferably full of yourself.”
I brush a lazy hand down her thigh, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “Full of you, actually. Or rather—you’re full of me. My seed, to be exact.”
I pull her into the shower, grinning like the smug bastard I am as I press her against the tiles, letting the hot water cascade down our bodies. She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, soft, content.
And fuck, I could live in this moment forever.
But then, my phone buzzes on the counter.
I don’t move at first, still lost in the way her skin feels against mine, the way she tilts her head up to let me drag my mouth along her throat. But when it rings again, urgency pricks at my spine.
Reluctantly, I step out, grabbing the towel and swiping my phone off the counter. One look at the caller ID, and my mood shifts.
