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“For me that’s good enough,” I say.

“Good.” He stands and leaves. Now, it’s time to make my wife a lot more comfortable. I rake my tongue over my teeth, aching to take a bite out of her tempting pulse.

Chapter Twenty-One

Stella

I feel Damiano the moment he enters the library, even though I can’t see him yet. The closer he gets, the quicker my heart speeds up. For the past week, he’s been stealing visits into the library and making small talk. Each time, I get the sense that he wants more of me, desire pulling us closer and pushing us apart. Or rather, his men pulling him away. Something is always sending him from the room. I want to throw myself into his arms, but I’m afraid of his rejection.

“How’s the book?” Damiano says, voice smooth, drawing a tremble throughout my body. Honestly, I couldn’t tell him because the second I sat in the chair, I daydreamed he’d sneak into the library, take the book from my hand, toss it aside, lift up my skirt, and eat my pussy.

I tilt my head to look up at him as he places his hand on the back of the chair. “Good. Have you read it before?”

He moves to the ottoman, lifting my feet and setting them onto his thighs. “Yes, but it’s been ten plus years.”

“Wow, does someone come in here and dust everything?” I tease. Of course there’s a full household staff.

“With as much as you read, there doesn’t need to be as much dusting.”

“Well, I’ve got to keep myself busy,” I say, clapping my hand to my mouth to shut it when I see him frown. “Sorry. We were actually having a polite conversation.”

“No. I’ve been leaving you all by yourself.” His hand rubs my ankle, and a moan falls from my lips as my head rolls back on the chair. His hand slowly moves higher.

“My dark prince,” I moan.

“Yes, my dear Mina?” Hearing him call me Dracula’s greatest love goes straight to my heart. He tosses the book aside, sliding his hand up until my dress is at my waist.

Our eyes meet, and I see the hunger that matches my own. “I’m famished,” he growls. My panties are pushed to the side with his adept fingers.

Whimpers fall from my lips and then his heated breath lands on my inner thigh, methodically teasing me. “Damiano, I need…” I plead, unsure of what I’m asking for.

“I know, baby. You need to come on my tongue before I fill that tiny little slit.”

“Please eat me up.”

“I love to hear you beg for it,” he growls before his tongue swipes across my seam. He eats me out until I’m screaming his name.

“I need you inside me.”

“Good girl.” I drag him up to kiss me, tasting myself on his tongue while he frees himself from his slacks. My sensitive hole vibrates as he runs the bulbous tip up and down, edging my wet lips. “Oh my God.”

He lifts me off the chair and takes me onto his lap. “Ride me.” Slowly he slides me down his thick rod. “Yes, oh, yes.” I drop my head onto his shoulder.

One hand lands on my ass, squeezing it tightly while the other cuffs the back of my neck, bringing my mouth tohis. “Mine.” His words drive me on. I ride my husband wildly, coming fast and hard, and then I feel him give me every drop of his release, roaring his seed into me as if he’s forgotten that we’ll soon be a thing of the past.

I let my head fall onto his broad shoulder so he can’t see what the thought does to me.

“Stella, I didn’t come in here to get between your thighs again.”

“Well, it would seem like you did.”

“I’m not going to say being buried deep inside your tight cunt doesn’t feel incredible, but I thought we’d take a stroll outside today.”

“What?” I gasp, leaning my head back to look at him.

“Would you like to stroll around the grounds with me?”

“I’d love it.” I hop off his lap.