I rocked my hips against his face, greedily seeking more of the same.
“Dante,” I groaned, my voice needy. He sucked my clit tight, holding it in his mouth in a vice grip, his fingers relentless inside me.
My orgasm was right there. I just needed him to let go of my clit and destroy it. I needed him to give me fucking everything. He looked up at me, humour dancing in his dark eyes as he kept me held on the edge. My legs shook, my body jerked, and all I wanted was for him to either suck my clit harder, or lick me until I fell over the edge and into blissful oblivion.
Just as my pussy clamped even harder on his fingers and my clit started pulsing, he released his grip and flicked his tongue over my clit, sending me hurtling through my orgasm with a scream that made my voice hoarse.
“Dante, fuck!” I panted, my entire body shaking beneath his assault. His fingers didn’t slow, his tongue didn’t stop, he continued until I wasn’t sure I could take it anymore. He lappedat my pussy, drinking in every last drop of my orgasm, making my head spin as the pleasure pounded through me.
“I think that was longer than thirty seconds,” he chuckled against me, placing a kiss on my inner thigh before climbing back up my body. He braced his weight on one hand, placing it at the side of my head, his other hand stroking his cock against my stomach.
“Is it your thirty seconds?” I whispered, covering his hand with my own again.
“I’m not even embarrassed to admit I won’t need thirty. I was almost done when I had you coming on my tongue.”
I grinned at him and took over the movements, using one hand to pump his cock, the other to squeeze his balls.
“Where do you want to cum, Dante?” I asked, kissing his neck. His hips rocked against my hand, his arm shaking as he teetered close to release.
“Do you want to cum right here?” I asked, pressing his cock against my stomach. “Or do you want to cum on my face, my tongue licking every last drop? Or would you rather I cup my tits and let you fuck them until they’re covered in—”
I didn’t get to finish.
He moved like lightning, straddling my waist, bracing both hands against the wall above me. I took the hint and cupped my tits between my hands, pushing them up and together, allowing him to slip his cock between them.
He rocked his hips against me, fucking my tits, my name on his lips. I looked up at him above me, his eyes closed tight, his mouth open, his noises animalistic.
I squeezed my hands together harder, tightening the grip my tits had on his cock. And then, with a deep, guttural moan, he was there, ropes of his cum spilling from him, hitting my tits, my neck, my face. I closed my eyes, my pussy tensing at seeing him so out of control. He looked down at me and I licked the cumthat had spilled to my lips and he moaned once more, slamming his hips against my tits.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, woman,” he muttered darkly, lowering his body until his chest was pressed against mine.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I demanded in response, pushing my lips up to his.
Chapter 53
Dante
Even if I lived to be a hundred, there wasn’t a chance I was going to grow tired of this. There was so much I wanted to say to Rachel. So much I wanted her to know. And yet I held back, not wanting to break the spell we were currently under.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I loved her. To let her know that no matter what happened, she was it for me. I would never feel this way about another woman. It just wasn’t possible. I wanted her to know that every day apart from her had been torture. I needed her to hear the words, and yet I held back. Because I knew my feelings were not reciprocated, and the small voice in my mind wouldn’t allow me to be that vulnerable with her.
I had told her I loved her once before, and even though I had never heard the words back, I was content with her knowing I was all in.
And then she was gone and hadn’t looked back.
She hadn’t even written to me, but she had written to Vienna. It killed me how easily she was able to dismiss me. Even if I deserved it—more than fucking deserved it—it still fucking hurt.So I stayed quiet, choosing to stay in the moment, rather than risk it all for mere words.
We were laid in bed, with her snuggled up to my side, tracing over the tattoos on my chest and arm, whilst I drew lazy circles over the sensitive spot on her hipbone. Every so often she would tip her head back slightly to smile at me, and that simple gesture, the entire ease we were at with each other, made me the happiest man on earth.
Rachel came with a lot of drama. There was always an argument to be had. She was stubborn, she was feisty, and she was hot headed. But she was also fierce, and she was loyal. In the few weeks she had been back, she had already changed everything for the better.
She had performed miracles by getting my mother out of bed. She had achieved what I was beginning to think was impossible by helping Bee find her voice again, and she had brought me my son. It was more than I ever could have imagined, but everything she did, she did it because despite everything she had been through, her soul was a good one. Where I was dark, she was light.
Yes, she was a murderer. Yes, she was borderline psychotic sometimes. But she held on to her light. I gave in to the darkness a long time ago, and I knew I dragged my loved ones into the dark with me. But she lifted us from the shadows in a way only she could.
I couldn’t let her go. I didn’t care what happened at the end of these six months. She was mine, and I was hers. It was as simple as that, and yet it was the most difficult fucking thing in the world.
“Dante?” she asked softly, her fingers pausing on the tattoo I had done for Bee.
