“Is this better… Dante?” she asks, knowing that her saying my name like that is the sweetest fucking sound aside from the noises we will be making when I slam inside of her. I grip my cock, stroking it a little, and watch her watching me. It is the hottest thing having her watch me like this, like she is hungry for me. And I want to feed her, every inch, every fucking day.

Leaning down, my fingers find her center warm and wet, and her body shimmies a little under my touch.

“I have wanted you from the moment I first saw you. Are you sure this is what you want? There is no going back, Annie. After this, you will be mine,” I grit out to her, barely hanging on and praying that she hasn’t changed her mind.

“I’m sure, Dante. I want you. I want you more than anything.” Her body squirms underneath mine, begging for me to touch her.

“Are you ready, Bella? Are you ready for me to fuck your tight little pussy?” I haven’t talked too dirty to her yet, so I wait for her response to see how she reacts.

“Fuck me, Dante,” she whispers out on a whimper, and it is all I need.

I lower myself to her, my fingers continuing to explore her wet core, circling her clit as she continues to writhe and wiggle under my touch, her breaths already panting.

“I want you to come on my fingers, then I want you to come on my tongue,” I growl at her as I speed up my fingers on her clit and see her head push back into the mattress, nearly at breaking point.

“Then I am going to fuck this perfect fucking pussy so good…” I don’t finish as she comes undone, her orgasm ripping through her, just by my touch and dirty words and that’s exactly what I want to do.

Get her dirty. Really fucking dirty.

23

Annie

I have no idea if I am quicker than average to orgasm or if it is Dante and his skills, but within an hour of him being home, I am already underneath him, panting. And I want more.

So. Much. More.

As I breathe in, my bare breasts rise, touching his scorching chest, his torso rigid, muscles tense. He looms above me, his dark Mediterranean Italian skin that is full of tattoos, scars and marks is in complete contrast to mine, yet we fit. On paper, we are worlds apart, but here, together, there is nothing that separates us.