Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Alexandria,” he chokes out, his fingers tightening their hold. “Enough, before I lose control.” He pulls me up by my arms, hauling me backward until my head meets the mattress, and he lowers his head, sliding down my body, trailing his tongue and lips along my throat then moving lower, sucking one nipple into his mouth, taking long, deep pulls. My legs wrap around his firm waist as I drag my pussy along the underside of his cock. Dante goes from one to the other, teasing me, allowing his dick to sink just the barest of an inch inside me only to pull back.
I whimper when he moves lower and dropping down my aching center. He parts my legs wide with the palms of his hands, draping my knees over his broad shoulders, and buries his faces between my thighs. He works me up with his tongue, his lips, and his fingers, plunging two inside me while licking up my wetness, and when he pulls my clit into his mouth, taking deep, drugging pulls, I shatter.
“Dante, fuck, oh god!” He’s not gentle. He takes over every one of my senses, his tongue flicking and swirling with expert precession, prolonging my orgasm. “Please,” I sob, my back bowing off the bed. My left hand flies down. The heavy platinum diamond-encrusted band with the massive diamond flashes in the dim light. I tangle my fingers in his thick dark hair, my hand with his ring on it, pressing him harder, deeper between my legs, holding his mouth against my soaking pussy.
One orgasm rolls into another, my body begging for another release that’s coiling tighter and tighter in my lower abdomen. Through it all, he doesn’t pull back. He eats me, his fingers gliding in and out while his tongue works at a wild pace. This orgasm is violent, blinding, ripping through me and tearing a hoarse scream from my throat as my core spasms around his fingers. This time, Dante drags himself back up my body, his face flush, his eyes wild and dark, and his lips wet with my climax.
“You’re mine, Alexandria,” he growls against my mouth, making me taste myself on him while his hips keep my thighs open. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I sob. My hands cup his jaw. “God help me, Dante, I’m yours.” He drives back inside me in one solid, possessive stroke, sinking to the hilt. My legs lift, holding him to me with how I’m wrapped around him. I may have just had two orgasms back-to-back, yet I want more. God, I want so much more.
“Coming inside you, Alexandria.” His growl vibrates against my chest. “Put on a rubber earlier, but no more. Taking my wife bare from now on.” I should not get off on him having zero regard to my lack of birth control, but here I am, letting go, and damn does it feel good. Dante’s pace is relentless. His hand covers mine, his ring finger nestled near mine, his eyes never closing, deep and drugging.
“So close.” My ass lifts up, and he somehow manages to sink deeper.
“Fuck.” Dante’s head tilts up, exposing the long, strained line of his throat where his Adam’s apple bobs with his grunt. Every muscle in his shoulders and arms coils taut, veins standing out, and his dark eyelashes flutter against his flushed cheeks. His breathing turns shallow with shuddering gasps. In this moment, he’s completely and helplessly undone.
My eyes close, losing the vision before me as I crash over the edge. He drops to his forearms, cradling me as a rush of breath leaves me. And realization hits me with the terrifying truth. Maybe being married to Dante Lombardi isn’t as terrifying as I once thought.
CHAPTER FOUR
dante
Alexandria is lying flush on top of me, her body limp and thoroughly spent from the three orgasms I delivered. Her lips press against the bare skin of my collarbone. My hand rests heavily on the small of her back, my fingers tracing the smooth curve of her spine, enjoying her being where she belongs. The wedding set on her finger presses against my skin—a physical reminder that she’s mine.
And while her body is relaxed, her mind is a different story. A subtle nervous energy is running through her.
“I can practically hear the cogs spinning in that pretty head of yours, Alexandria,” I murmur, a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates beneath her cheek. She shifts, lifting her head off my chest in order to glare at me through a wild tumble of curls. Her lips are bee-stung swollen from my mouth being on hers, and her cheeks are flushed a gorgeous pink.
“I’m thinking,” she says with a rasp that makes my cock ache.
“Clearly,” I reply dryly. My hand slides down to cup her hip, squeezing gently. “Spill it, wife. May as well get it off your chest now. It’s not like I’m letting you out of this bed anytime soon.” She lets out a frustrated huff of breath, propping her elbows on my chest and resting her chin in her hands. She looks down at me, eyes searching mine with a mix of defiance and quiet uncertainty.