This is another way he’s taking care of me.
“I still need you inside me,” Sarah told him shakily, her body and mind needing, craving that ultimate connection.
“I will be,” Dante told her huskily as he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. “The first time I fuck you has to be in my bed, where you belong.”
Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and inhaled his scent, getting intoxicated from the combination of musk and male. Dante exuded testosterone, and she almost felt like she could smell it, get drunk on the scent. He was claiming her in the most primordial way by wanting to take her the first time in his bed. Maybe it was a little like a caveman wanting to drag a woman off to his lair to have his way with her. It was a possessive action, and that just ramped up Sarah’s need even more. Something inside her responded to Dante’s dominance like a match to dry tinder, making her burn for him more with every possessive command or action, every claiming word he uttered. Her reaction was elemental, and she couldn’t stop it, even with logic.
He yanked back the covers on the bed and placed her in the middle, standing back and staring at her with a look so hot that it scorched her.
“I need you, Dante,” Sarah admitted honestly, heat pooling in the pit of her stomach and radiating to every fiber of her being.
He crawled onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as he lowered his head to her shoulder. “I need you, too, sweetheart. I’ll always be here when you need me.”
Ferocious longing pulsated through Sarah’s body, even though she knew he wouldn’t always be here. She wanted Dante more than she’d ever wanted anything in her entire life, and she knew his admission wasn’t purely physical.
“Be with me,” Sarah pleaded, holding him tightly against her. Dante’s emotional wounds of losing his best friend were still fresh, and she wanted to hold him tightly like this for as long as he needed her, in whatever way he needed her.
“Sarah,” he uttered roughly, intensely, as though she was everything to him, and all of those yearnings were encompassed in just her name.
At that moment, they were locked together in a place where only the two of them existed, and Sarah could feel Dante all the way to her soul.
Dante rolled her onto her back and rose up on his elbows, staring down at her with eyes like liquid fire.
She reached up and stroked his jaw and cheek, both rough and whiskered as they always were at the end of the day.
“Condom,” he grumbled.
“No!” Sarah exclaimed. “I’ve been on birth control for years.” What was happening between her and Dante was raw and elemental, and she wanted to experience it that way.
“You didn’t tell me. Do you trust me?” Dante asked, his eyes burning even hotter. “You’ll be the first woman I’ve had bare. The only one I’ve ever wanted that way.”
“Yes.” She didn’t need to remind him right now that she’d seen his medical records. She wanted to be a first to him in that way. “I’m safe, too.”
“Sweetheart, you’re nowhere near safe right now,” Dante rumbled dangerously.
Sarah shuddered in anticipation. She’d waited for this moment for what seemed like forever. “Fuck me, Dante. No mercy.”
“No mercy for either of us,” Dante rasped, grasping her feet and urging her to put her legs around him.
She complied immediately, flexing her hips up only to feel his engorged cock sliding through her moist heat.
“Please. No more waiting.” Her core clenched tight, needing to be filled by him.
“No more,” he agreed, positioning his cock at the entrance to her channel and driving himself home. “Holy Christ,” he hissed. “You’re so damn tight, hot . . . wet.”
Sarah felt stretched, filled to capacity by Dante. He was built big, and there was some pain as he buried himself all the way inside her, but the ecstasy of having him completely immersed inside her was worth the discomfort that was already fading away. It wasn’t a bad kind of pain; it was a possession, a stretching that reinforced the fact that Dante was finally filling her. “Yes,” she murmured, tightening her legs around him to pull him as deeply as he could get. “Fuck me,” she demanded mindlessly.
Dante’s forehead was already beaded with sweat as he pulled back and thrust into her again. “Mine,” he groaned, almost as though the word was a vow as he stroked back out and into her again.
Sarah moaned and tightened her arms around Dante’s shoulders, lost in the rhythm of his intense, powerful thrusts. This was what she needed, this cataclysmic, forceful connection with Dante.
Her world tilted as he pounded into her, his hand sliding under her ass to pull her up to meet the volatile strokes of his cock. Her body felt sensitized; every brush of skin against hers as he moved was like a caress. Sarah could feel perspiration trickle down her face as she moved with him, letting him claim her with every thrust of his cock.
Her hands were everywhere, stroking up his back and over his ass, trying to make him go even deeper.
“Harder,” she urged him, wanting everything he could give.
Dante responded, hammering into her until she was panting and breathless. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded ruthlessly. “Tell me you need this as much as I do.”
“Yes.” There was no reason to deny it. If he stopped now, she wouldn’t be able to bear it.
Dante shifted, bringing one of her feet up over his shoulder and changing angles until his cock stimulated her clit every time he entered and retreated. His mouth crashed down over hers, his tongue matching the rhythm of his cock as Sarah finally gave in to her impending climax. Her nails bit into the skin of his back, and she felt the vibration of Dante’s groans as he continued to kiss her exactly like he was fucking her: hot, hard, and fast.