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19. Daniela

“Always,” I promise. “Always.” Before my assurances are out, he lowers his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth. My back bows off the mattress, with no reprieve, until he pulls back to draw the other nipple in.

His mouth is hot as it teeters between gentle teasing and cruel nips that have my toes clinging to the sheets in a march toward surrender. It’s a path I gladly walk, with the throb between my legs growing more impatient with each passing second.

I finger his hair roughly, matching his fervor. By some miracle, I remember to keep my hands away from his injured shoulder. Although, painful as it would surely be, I’m not sure he’d even notice.

When Antonio is like this, with a raw vulnerability cloaking the madness, it might seem as though I’m in danger. But in truth, it’s when I’m at my most powerful.

“I need you,” he whispers gruffly.

It’s a staggering admission from a man who admits to needing no one and nothing.

“I need you, too,” I confess humbly into the dark, without a scintilla of regret.

He grunts, almost painfully, and rests his forehead on my sternum, the intensity coiled tightly inside his powerful body.

I wonder who died at his hand tonight. And I wonder what kind of woman would welcome this man into her body like a prodigal son.

The woman I once was is slipping away. I hardly recognize her in the distance. In her place is a woman who finds the ultimate pleasure in the arms of a man with blood on his hands. A woman who believes vengeance is an acceptable form of justice. Maybe this is all I ever was. All I was ever meant to be.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, ravaging my mouth before getting out of bed. “Stroke that sweet pussy while I’m gone. Keep it nice and wet.”

I do as instructed. I let my fingertips slide over the tender flesh, smearing the arousal into every fold. Imagining that it’s his fingers, stroking me.

Antonio returns with the black wand and lays it on my belly. My eyes feel heavy and glazed. My skin is burning.

“Edge for me,” he demands, sitting naked on a chair at the foot of the bed.

Too far away.

His large hands white-knuckle the chair’s delicate arms. But it’s his cock that captures my attention as it juts out from below the trail of dark hair, the skin pulled taut. It bobs under its own weight, proud and unapologetically male. Like him.

The room vibrates with rank sexual energy, but the intimacy from earlier has all but disappeared.

I rest a hand on the wand, worrying my bottom lip. “You seem so far away.”

“Any closer, and your hair will be wrapped around my fist while I pound you into oblivion. That’s for much later,” he whispers into the room, like a blown kiss. “Much later.”

I wasn’t talking about the distance between us, but about his sudden brooding. His body is here, but his mind is straddling two universes.

“Show me how you edge. Now,” he adds, his patience beyond strained. “I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday.”

Okay.I’ll play. My fingers find a comfortable grip, and I ease the toy between my thighs. I’m so wet, I don’t need lube. Even with the change in his demeanor, my body wants him. I want him.

With my eyes shut, I turn the wand on a low setting—it’s how I always start. But even with a gentle buzz, my legs begin to tremble almost immediately.

“Faster,” he instructs, his voice almost hypnotic.

As soon as I turn the setting up a few notches, a moan escapes into the room and my knees knock together. My skin is overstimulated.

“Open your eyes, Princesa. Let your husband enjoy your pleasure.”

His husky voice curls around every nerve ending. I can’t hold back any longer, and I push the wand away.

“Did I tell you to stop?” he demands, his tone laced with menace.

“You said edge,” I choke out. “I was going to come, and I didn’t think you’d like that.” Especially tonight.

He gazes at me from the chair, features tight, stroking his cock from base to tip until it weeps—and every cell of my body aches for him.

I won’t be denied.

Without permission, without a rational thought, or any thought at all, I crawl across the bed, and onto the floor, kneeling between his legs.

I hear the hiss. But he doesn’t say a word, as his features twist into something I rarely see from him. Uncertainty.

As much as I want to know what has him like this, I don’t ask, because now is not the time for talking. Now is the time for him to let go of whatever pains him. It’s the time to lay down his burdens. To forget.

Now is the time to enjoy my dark prince.

I lower my head reverently and lap the salty bead from the slit in the swollen crown.

It’s a small gesture that reaps a large reward. The guttural sound that rumbles from his chest is raw and salacious. Dangerous. A wolf snared by a morsel he can’t resist.

I peek up at him through my lashes as I twist my hair into a knot to keep it off my face. He likes to watch while I suck his cock. I like it, too.

Without a word to break the spell, I wrap my hands around the base, swirling my tongue in small circles, until I reach the notch at the head. He shudders as I pleasure him, slapping his open palms on the arms of the chair while my pointed tongue laves the narrow groove.

I don’t stop.

A calm energy descends over me, as I lick the ridge and meticulously attend to all the places I’ve learned drive him to the brink. He patiently taught me how to tease his cock, and now I’m using the knowledge against him. In the most carnal of ways, I use everything I know to send him catapulting off the edge, into a stretch of peace.

“Princesa,” he chants into the sultry air. “Princesa.”

His body tightens. First his stomach, and soon after his thighs. It’s then, right then, that I suck him into my mouth and clamp my lips around the thick shaft, sliding deep.

He unleashes a string of expletives that makes my pussy gush.

“Not yet,” he growls, as he pushes my head away.

But I don’t go easily, not until he squeezes my cheeks together so I have no choice but to release him, and the heady control that I snatched from him for long, sensuous moments.

His eyes are coal black, as we gasp for breath. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and then I’m going to fuck your pussy, right before I sink my big dick into your ass.”

My heart pounds so hard that I fear it’s going to burst through my chest.

He’s taking no prisoners. It’s going to be savage. The pain and pleasure will dance tonight, twining around us until it’s impossible to tell them apart.

The pleasure will ultimately prevail. It always does, bursting like a ball of light in the night sky.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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