Page 47 of Chaos & Carnage
His palms slip beneath my t-shirt, skimming my sides and pulling the top up as he lifts them higher. Slowly, he tugs it over my head, twisting it until my hands are trapped in the fabric, raised above my head.
I continue to rock my hips, dripping all over him as his eyes devour me. “You are so beautiful.” His words are said with such raw intensity that my movements stagger. Leaning in, he sucks a peaked nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue in such a way that sends zaps of electricity shooting to my core.
Releasing it with a pop, he adorns the other with the same attention until I’m writhing in his lap. With my hands still trapped above my head, I can’t touch him the way I want, which only serves to heighten my desire.
“I still can’t believe that you’re all mine.” Dante’s voice has taken on a rough edge, strained from holding himself back. I can feel how tense his muscles are beneath me, the twitch of his cock every time I glide my pussy along it. “That you’re my wife.”
Wife.It still doesn’t feel real to me either, although the same anxious fear I used to experience doesn’t roll through me like it had when I used to hear that word or think about its implications. I still wear my wedding band. Honestly, it would feel strange now to take it off. However, other than the dinner we had at Giovanni’s, I’ve never worn the engagement ring, nor do I intend to. Thankfully, Dante doesn’t seem to mind.
“Those nights I spent watching you at Belle Donne, when I decided you were mine and refused to let anything stand in my way—even you… I thought for sure that the only way I’d be able to have you was if I barricaded you inside the house and tied you to my bed.”
“Hmm, well, I’m definitely game to try some bondage.”
I smirk, and he chuckles before licking a line up the valley of my breasts and along my collarbone. “I thought you were supposed to be thanking me for playing nice? Climb on my dick before I decide to take charge, flip us, and drive into you so deep you’ll never forget the feel of me buried inside you.”
That does sound enticing, and I briefly consider it, but it’s my turn to give back to him. So instead, I lift up, reaching down to position him at my entrance, before lowering myself onto him. I don’t take it easy on him, slamming down until his balls are pressing against my ass, and he hisses between his teeth.
When he loosens his hold on my t-shirt, I quickly toss it aside and grasp his wrists. Leaning forward, I force him to lie back down and I press the back of his hands into the mattress on either side of his head. My breasts bob in front of his face as I work him over, quickening my pace until we’re both breathless and panting, and I can feel him straining against my hold, itching to touch me. He could easily flip us and take charge, just like he threatened, but he doesn’t. He allows me to set the pace, as though he knows just how much I need to be the one bringinghimpleasure for a change.
Every so often, his hips jut forward, his need to take control riding him hard. Each time, I stop moving and wait until he’s growling before I smirk and go back to an achingly slow rhythm that teases us both before building up all over again.
“Sawyer,” he growls when I do it for the fourth time. “You’re testing my patience.”
I only laugh before grinding down on him in such a way that it has my clit rubbing against his pelvis. When I do it for a second time, my entire body convulses, an unexpected orgasm ripping out of me.
Dante uses my distraction to his advantage. Breaking out of my hold, he grabs the back of my thighs and tosses me onto the mattress before settling between them and sliding back into my slick heat. His pace is relentless, his large palms flattening my thighs against the bedsheet so he can get as deep as humanly possible.
“Dante.” His name is a prayer on my tongue, the remnants of my orgasm bleeding into the aching need for another one.
“Every time I’m inside you, I never want to leave.” Each word is a grunt punctuated with a thrust that drives me deeper into the mattress and makes my head spin. Dopamine floods my brain, rattling my thoughts until I’m clenching around him, begging for release.
“Dante, please. I’m so close.”
“Me too.Fuck. I’m not ready to be done yet, but you feel too good.” He presses his thumb against my clit and begins rubbing in harsh, tight circles. “Come. I need you to come with me.”
“Yes. Yes!”
My hips buck, needing to feel him deeper, to bury myself under his skin, and to feel him beneath mine.
“NOW!” he roars in conjunction with his climax, and it is as if my body is primed to respond to his command. My release bounds through me, unleashing like a summer storm until I’m wrung out and trembling from the aftershocks.
We just lie there in each other’s arms, his forehead pressed against mine while we catch our breaths and bathe in the post-orgasmic afterglow.
“I know everything you’ve been doing has been for me,” I begin once my heart has stopped slamming against my ribs. “But I hope you’re also doing it for you.” His eyebrows furrow, so I explain, “I know you have Enzo, but wouldn’t it be nice to have other people you can rely on too? People who you can turn to for advice when you need it? People you can trust? A family you can just be yourself around, laugh with, and share the ups and downs of life with?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never had that before—a family.”
“We’ve all gone far too long without one, but I think if you give it a go, you might actually like it.”
He quirks a brow. “Like dealing with Cain’s mood swings and Oliver’s too placid behavior? Dealing with Enzo’s constant jibes at everyone? Dealing with sharing you with them?”
I smile despite myself. “Yes. All of that, because that’s what family does to one another.”
“Piss each other off?” There’s a laugh in his voice.
“Exactly. The best relationships are built on teasing, sarcasm, and a mild dislike of the other person.”
“Well, if that’s the case, we’ll be as tight as brothers in no time.”