“Please,” I rasp. I’m not above begging. That will come next as the desire fuels inside of me. I want to feel him fill me.
I reach around behind me, but he swats my hands away and nips my neck. His body is nestled up against mine, and his thick, hard cock pokes at my entrance.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Kitten?” Dante whispers into my ear.
“Yes.”
My insides throb, and he hasn’t even touched my warm, wet center. He’s teased me, his fingers grazing my slit, but my insides crave more.
The pulsating sensation begins, and my toes curl. I want to feel his cock inside of me.
Dante teases the head of his cock against my entrance, and my hips buck, wanting him to enter me, to fuck me. I’m growing mad with want. The desire is turning to need.
“Please,” I beg, and feel his cock bury into my tightness.
A groan spills out past my lips, and my fingers clench at the bunched-up sheets tangled on the bed. My head is bent forward, hanging down, my back arched.
Every thrust, and I’m seeing stars. My eyes slam shut.
I give up trying to keep quiet. I know we’re not alone in the castle, and yet I no longer care who can hear us.
My moans are much more pronounced and vocalized, which only seem to encourage Dante further.
Each thrust grows in intensity, his movements quickening the pace as he hears my moans. “Nikki,” he grunts, and my insides clench down, pulsating around him.
Several more strokes, and I’m trembling in his grasp, toes curling. I don’t wait for him, the sweet release making my heart pound against my ribcage like it might burst out of my chest.
Dante is right there with me, spilling himself inside of me before he rolls us around and collapses on the mattress, tugging me to lie above him.
I never thought he’d want to cuddle. He pulls me close, his fingers stroke my back and over my naked bottom.
Sweat covers my skin, and the cool air from the ceiling fan caresses me along with his touch.
I want to ask him what’s going on, but his touch is soothing, and I’m drawn toward sleep. For the first time in days, I feel relieved, tranquil, and at peace.
“Goodnight,” I mumble before drifting to sleep.