Harder, faster, deeper I started to thrust. I gripped her hips to stop her from falling forward. She needed to endure it. It was her gift and her punishment all rolled into one round of extreme fuckery.
“Head down,” I ordered, my dick never leaving her body.
Immediately, she bowed her head, her cheek against the sheet. This way her ass was pushed up all the way, her pussy open and begging me to go deeper.
I looked down, watching while my cock moved in and out of her. It glistened with her arousal, the sight fueling my animalistic urge to fuck her senseless.
“Dante, I’m going to come again.”
“I don’t care how many times you come, just as long as you take what I fucking give you.”
“Oh, God.” Her fists clutched the silk sheets beneath her.
With every thrust and every moan, the sound of skin slapping against skin, I knew this was right. This was us. This was how it used to be. How it was supposed to be. As warm and passionate as our lovemaking could be, we had the talent to fuck each other like savages. We were the whole goddamn package, she and I.
Her cries of pleasure slammed against the roof of my bedroom, and it was the last push I needed to go over the edge.
“Fuck!” I roared, pulled out, and pulsed the ribbons of my release on her bare back. I pumped my cock, the pleasure lingering in every bone until it felt like my body was on the verge of being split in two.
After all these years, this was what I had been searching for.
This was right.
She was right.
And not the Devil himself would be able to take her away from me…not again.
Chapter 15
Layla
“Layla, wake up.”
For a second, I was confused. I heard his voice, I felt his touch, but I wasn’t sure whether I was dreaming.
“Layla, baby. Wake up.”
Dear God, I loved the sound of his voice. It fed my soul with a moment’s happiness, chasing the darkness away.
“Baby, come on. We’re going to miss it.”
I opened my eyes and stared straight into his. Dante. The man who owned all of me.
It wasn’t a dream. The night we spent together devouring each other wasn’t a dream. It was all real. Every moment, every touch, every kiss, it was all real. For one night, I had let my defenses down. For one night, I allowed the years of longing for this man to take control. And it meant I screwed up.
“Dante, what are you doing?”
“Come look.” He took my hand, and I rubbed my eyes with the other.
“What is it?”
He smiled, the dimple above his lip making an appearance. He truly was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, my heart and soul all his from the first day I met him.
“Sit.” He gestured to the leather couch in front of the window. We sat down, and he placed his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. “Look.”
When I looked out the window, I sucked in a breath. “Sunrise,” I whispered.
“Yeah.” His fingers brushed up and down my arm. “Someone once told me that the birth of a new day is one of the most amazing things to witness. That we should never take this for granted.” He placed a kiss on my temple. “Being able to share a new day together.”