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)
He lets out a low growl from the back of his throat. Unable to hold back, he grabs my hips, spins me around, and tosses me forward onto the center of the mattress. I land on my hands and knees. The plush duvet is cool beneath my skin. My curls tumble into my face, obscuring my view, and I can’t have that. I push myself up and toss my hair over my shoulder. Dante stands at the edge of the bed, naked, magnificently so, even if I’m unsure how fast he was able to get that way. Clearly, he’s just as needy as I am.
He looks like an ancient god carved out of bronze, but that’s not what has my breath catching, not his muscular frame or his lethal size—it’s the skin on his chest and shoulders. Red scratches are crisscrossed on his torso, and a dark fading bite mark rests at the curve where his neck meets his shoulders. Holy shit, those are my marks. I did that to him in the dark. Apparently, I claimed him just as fiercely as he claimed me.
I blink my eyes when he turns around, grabbing a condom out of the nightstand, and holy fuck, his back is a million times worse than the front.
“Dante.” He slides onto the bed behind me, tossing the condom to the side, then calloused hands grip my hips with an iron grasp, tilting my pelvis up in order to drag his dick along the seam of the lips of my pussy. His broad chest presses flat against my back, his searing heat wrapping around me like a furnace.
“Look at me, Alexandria.” My core pulses, greedy and grasping at air, wanting his length inside me with how he says my name. I do as he says, watching as he picks up the foil packet, spinning it between his dexterous fingers. He rips it open it with his teeth, and I watch as he rolls the latex onto his thick dick. The minute he’s wrapped up, I’m entirely unprepared when Dante enters me with one hard, deliberate thrust of his hips, planting himself deep inside me.
“Ah!” I gasp, throwing my head bask as my entire world narrows to only him. My core pulses, tight and aching, accommodating his massive length in a single, breathless second.
“Alexandria,” he rasps. The sound of my name on his lips sounds like a sacred prayer. He doesn’t give me time to recover. He begins a slow, punishing pace, pulling back until only the tip is left inside. My insatiable pussy tries to clamp down to hold him where I need him. He slams back home, setting a tempo that makes the bed creak and my mind shatter. I arch my back, push back, and meet his every thrust.
“You said you can’t remember,” Dante growls. His thumbs dig into the soft skin of my hips, painful but in a pleasurable way. With every deep, ruthless plunge, his voice echoes in my ear. “Let me jog your memory, wife.” Thrust. “Do you remember the vow you made to me at three o’clock in the morning? When you swore you were mine?” Thrust. “Do you remember the kiss in the alley when you begged me not to stop?” Thrust. “Do you remember when I whispered in your ear that I was going to ruin you for every other man on this earth?” Thrust.
“Oh, god,” I cry out. My fingers clutch at the sheets, my hips moving back to meet him. Every word he speaks seems to hit a nerve buried deep, unlocking vivid flashes of Vegas: the heat, the sweat, and the surrender.
“Not god, wife,” he grunts. “Dante or husband will do.”
“Dante.” He’s right. I remember. God help me, I remember every single second.
“That’s right, Alexandria. I’m going to make sure you never forget again.” His breathing is ragged against my spine. “In every way possible.” He pulls out completely, causing me to let out a sharp, needy whine of protest. Before I can turn my head, he spins me onto my back and his heavy body looms over mine. Dante doesn’t pause. He kneels between my legs and rips off the condom, all while his dark amber eyes are locked on mine as he grabs my hand and drags it down his thick rigid length.
“Take me. Show me you remember,” he commands, sweat glistening on his forehead and his body. My fingers barely close around his length. With a sudden, overwhelming desire, I lean forward, part my lips, and take him in my mouth. I moan at his taste, and Dante lets out a groan of his own. His hands fist my hair as I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock before taking him as deep as I can manage. Salt, musk, and pure Dante flood my senses, and hearing him unravel above me, his hips twitching helplessly beneath my touch, well, it sends a thrill of pure desire straight to my core.