Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“What?” My jaw drops, and my eyes nearly pop out of my skull.
“Marry me. Let me prove that everything I’ve said is true. That I want you for you and not because of what I did. Be mine, and I’ll be yours. Forever and always,” he says.
“Dante, I—” My mind’s racing a million miles an hour. I stormed out of here less than six hours ago, cursing him to the ends of the Earth. Now, we’re back, and he wants to make me his, with ring and all? I want to make the snap decision, say yes, and give myself to him fully, but the intense emotions wafting through me slap any logical thoughts and reasoning out of my head. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Then say yes, and let all our dreams come true.”
I don’t answer, not yet, locked in place from a mixture of joy and nervousness. Instead, I throw my arms around his shoulders and give him a kiss.
No thoughts, head empty, letting everything that happened tonight wash over and consume me.
13
DANTE
Her kiss shatters my perception of reality and leaves me starving for more. Like before, I hoist her onto my lap while we lose ourselves to the tantalizing experience. Natalie lets her hands wander down my body, but this time, I stop her.
No. We’re not going to fuck like savages on the couch, against the wall, or on the floor. This time, I’m taking her to my bed to treat her the way I wanted to the first night we shared our bodies. I lift her into the air, never breaking our embrace. I walk blindly through my apartment, squeezing her ass as guttural noises erupt from my core.
I want this so fucking bad, and the way Natalie feels up my chest says so does she.
I lay her down on my bed and fall between her legs. My hands travel up her shins and thighs, feeling every inch they can of her skin before settling on the waistline of her short shorts. I stare eagerly, longingly into her big blue eyes, while I peel away the layers of her clothes. Pants, panties, tube top, discarding the uniform she’ll never wear again at the foot of my bed.
And this time, I mean it. I’ll burn the whole damn bar to the ground, with Larry Kissinger in it, if that’s the only way to keep Natalie from going back there.
I strip for her, shedding my jacket and shirt first, and her eyes dance across my bare, scarred body. A delicate finger slots between the grooves of my abs, gliding its way upward to my chest before settling in a firm grip behind my neck. She pulls me downward into another kiss while I kick off my shoes and pants.
“I want you so fucking badly,” she whispers against my lips.
“And you’ll have me.” I hook a hand under her thighs and part her legs. “Forever and always. I’m yours.”
I guide her leg around my hip, and she hooks it over by digging her ankle into my side. I return to our kiss, moving my free hand down her body to her soaking wetness, eager and ready for me. As much as I want to delay, treat her like a princess, and make her climax a thousand times before I come close to penetrating her, I can’t.
Not this time. I need to be inside her, feel our bodies fuse together as we become one. Whole. Happy.
I grab the base of my shaft and guide myself toward her. It slips between her slick wetness, but it feels different this time. Almost like it’s the first time I’ve experienced the touch of another in my entire life. It melts my brain and leaves a sharp bolt of electricity racing up my spine.
And maybe I have never experienced anything like this. This isn’t sex, I realize. It’s lovemaking. Soft, tender, and slow. No hard thrusting and painful aching to get the job done. It’s tantric and tantalizing, with every sensation bringing new and exotic pleasure.
I buck my hips slowly, and my legs start to shake. Giddiness makes me murmur inaudible words as I struggle to form any rational thoughts.
Natalie wraps her arms around my shoulders. She gasps while her eyes roll to the back of her skull. But the bright smile of pure delight never washes off her face.
This must be heaven because there’s no way in hell I’d ever experience my angel anywhere else.
But with all the bountiful wonders this new experience brings, so too does it bring me to the razor's edge. I never want this feeling to end, yet every gentle thrust into Natalie leaves me dangerously close to climax.
“You’re so perfect,” I whisper feebly, but I need her to hear it now. In the throes of ecstasy, I must spill my heart to her. “My goddess, my angel, my light at the end of the tunnel.”