Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Not breaking his rhythm, he wraps his fingers around my neck and anchors me to the bed as he crashes our lips together. The kiss is violent and tender at the same time, not only stealing my breath but also what little is left of my reason.
“I fucking love your body,” he says in a harsh tone against my lips. “I can never get enough of being inside you.”
I kiss him again. “Then don’t.”
He pulls away a little, watching me with a fierce expression. “I want to come inside you.”
“Dante,” I whisper. “We said we’d wait.”
“I waited, Tatiana.” He clenches his jaw. “You have no idea.” He reaches over me and takes something from the nightstand, a foil packet that he tears open with his teeth. “But you’re right. You’re not ready, and we should wait.”
He placed that condom there on purpose, making sure it would be in reach when he needed it, which means he came here to prepare before meeting me at the cemetery. But why didn’t he simply take one out of his pocket before he undressed? Maybe he wanted to do an inspection to be sure the place was still up to his standards, or maybe he stocked the fridge. He definitely would’ve done a security check.
Whatever the case, the fact that this was a premeditated plan is hot. If he wanted to make love to me here, our first time must hold the same special meaning to him than it does for me.
He pulls out and sits back on his heels. His cock juts out, hard and embossed with veins, the crest glistening with his pre-cum and my arousal. Gripping my ankle in a tender hold, he removes my leg carefully from his shoulder and rolls on the condom. I watch him quietly, finding the act of him sheathing himself strangely erotic.
When he’s done, he intertwines our fingers and lifts my arms above my head. He pins me down in that position for the final stretch, taking as much of me as he can, thrusting deep and moving fast.
I sometimes forget how extraordinary his stamina is. I can hardly keep up with his grueling pace. By the time he flips me over onto my stomach and pulls me onto my knees, my skin is covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, and my legs are already wobbly.
I cry out in pleasure as he stretches me from this angle. Always knowing what I need, he moves a hand between my thighs while locking the other on my hip to keep me in place for his deep but lazy strokes. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of our flesh as he slams his groin against my ass and the moans that pierce my panting.
He takes me hard, yet he doesn’t rush it. Ever so slowly, he pushes me closer to the edge. He seems to be reading me like a roadmap, knowing when to slow down and when to speed up. He adjusts his movements to my body’s reactions and holds back his own pleasure to synchronize our release.
When I come, he finally lets himself go to climax with me. It’s only then, as he empties himself in the condom, that I realize how enormous his control truly is. Dante has always been exceptionally careful with me, and I’ve always taken that for granted. I never understood the strain it put on him or the price it cost him until he grips my chin and forces me to look at him over my shoulder.
A storm plays out in the golden depths of his eyes as my orgasm fizzles out to ripple through me in aftershocks. Dante is a dangerous and calculated man. He can be as cold as he can be passionate. Yet for me, he’s always forced control. He’s always given me the beautiful face of the man, but he’s never let me see the terrifying face of the monster. He’s like a beast in a fashionable three-piece suit, a gentleman on the outside with a darkness lurking inside him.
That’s when I know. He’s not only protecting me from his true nature but also holding back from me. He’s not allowing himself to get too close to me. That’s the look I’m seeing in his eyes, the vicious control he’s practicing at all costs.
And that’s when the knowledge sinks like ice into my chest.
As much as I’m his, he’s never really been mine.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Dante
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When Reino’s truck pulls up in the driveway, I walk down the steps to greet him. Having warned me that he was on his way to the house, I waited outside.
Once he’s parked, I lean through the open window on the passenger side and come face to face with a wiry-haired mutt.
Reino leans an arm on his window. “The vet book is in the glove compartment. His shots as well as his tick and deworming treatments are up to date.”