The Heiress' Revenge-Chapter 40

D A N T E

I moved her things into my room because I was done, done with her being down the hall, with the distance, I wanted her close, I wanted to wake up and see her next to me, her warmth, he intoxicating scent.

I wanted that all.

She is my wife, and next to me is where she belongs.

When she stormed into my room, all fire and anger, it only made me want her more, the way her eyes went wide when she saw me in just a towel... it was a good look on her.

Knowing that I had much effect on her made me feel good... unlike other woman Ariana didn’t have to get my attention, or to make me want her, she was doing it so well even without lifting a damn finger.

I told her she was staying.

I meant it, no more arguments or running.

She stood there, trying to be brave, trying to be angry but I could see the confusion in her eyes.

The little bit of fear.

And maybe something else.

I reached out and touched her face, her skin was so soft, my thumb brushed over her bottom lip, and she shivered.

I wanted to kiss her and show her that this was real.

That I was real, my feeling towards her had only been growing over the years.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked her my voice was rough only wanting her to say yes.

She looked up at me, her big eyes searching mine and for a long second, she didn’t move.

Then, slowly, she nodded.

That was all I needed.

I leaned down and captured her lips with mine kiss different from the others, everytime I kiss her it felt new, like it was my first time.

She tasted fucking sweet.

The kiss was about want.

Pure, simple want.

I kissed her slowly, deeply, pouring everything I felt into it all the frustration from the days she was gone all the need to have her close.

She melted against me her hands came up and gripped my shoulders, holding on like she was afraid she would fall.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight against my body the towel around my hips was the only thing between us.

I kissed her until we were both breathless, int the fight was gone from her body and she was soft and pliant in my arms.

When I finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard her lips were swollen, her eyes were dazed.

She looked up at me, her eyes burning with hope, want and need.

And she was mine.

I didn’t let her go, I never wanted to let her go, nor now not ever.

I kept her pressed against me, I could feel my body reacting to her.

My dick was getting hard, straining against the towel.

I wanted her, I needed her.

My eyes dropped to her chest, her nipples were hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her pajama top.

She wanted me too.

I could see it, I could feel it, the heat

She looked up at me, her soft eyes with the same need I felt, her breath was coming in little pants.

"Take me," she whispered, her voice shaky.

That was all I needed to hear.

It was a shock to me hearing her say that, but i didn’t waste time, I picked her up in my arms, she was so light.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to the bed.

I laid her down gently on the soft sheets.

I stared down at her, her hair was spread out around her, her lips were red from my kisses.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, always has been and always will be.

I pulled my towel off and tossed it on the floor not missing the way her eyes go wide for a second, taking me in.

Then she reached for me.

I leaned over her, kissing her again my hands went to her pajamas, I pulled the top over her head and undid the pants and pulled them down her legs.

Soon, she was naked under me.

I kissed my way down her body, her neck to her breasts, I took one hard nipple into my mouth, and she gasped, her back arching.

Her mosns were music to my ears.

She was dripping hot!

I touched her everywhere, wanting her to memorize every inch of her skin that she was mine.

All mine.

I slipped a finger into her core a gasp escaping,

"Fuck Carino, you’re so wet" I say increasing my pace till I hit her seeet spot.

"Ugh... Dante" she moaned.

Her organism began to build up as she got very close I stopped.

"Please!" She cried out in desperation.

I positioned myself between her legs and looked into her eyes rubbing the head of my dick at her core.

She moved to make contact but I held her in place.

"Who do you belong to?" I demand trying so hard not to slip inside of her.

"Dante please" She pleads but I still didn’t give her what she wanted not until I hear her admit to being king.

"Who do you fucking belong to!" I say in a dark tune that has her moaning in frustration.

"Y—" she stuttered. "You... I belong to you"

I chuckled, a satisfactory one, "That’s right princess, me..."

"Yes," she breathed out. "Please, Dante."

I pushed inside her in one slow, deep move, fuck she was so tight, so warm.

She cried out, her nails digging into my back.

I started to move.

Slowly at first, then faster building up a pace, her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper, her moans filled the room, driving me crazy.

I kissed her as I moved inside her.

She clung to me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

Her eyes were locked on mine I could see everything she was feeling.

The pleasure.

It did not take long, I felt her body start to tighten around me.

"Dante... I’m cum—" she moaned.

I increased my pace determined to give her a powerful organism and when I felt her extremely near,

"Cum for me"

She cried out my name, her head falling back as she came.

That was all it took, I followed her over the edge, my own release crashing through me as I realased my load inside of her.

I buried my face in her neck, groaning her name as I collapsed on top of her, trying to catch my breath.

Her heart was pounding against mine, I could feel her breath on my skin

I rolled off her, but I pulled her with me, keeping her close as I held her against my chest, her face buried in my chest

She was quiet.

Her fingers traced little patterns on my skin.

I kissed the top of her head.

She was here.

She was mine.