“Come, Sarah. Let go,” he encouraged urgently, waiting.
She climaxed with a strangled moan. “Dante.”
His heart swelled as she splintered moaning his name, and he kissed her, trying to capture his name on her lips.
Her body stilled, and her ass and back came down to meet the mattress, the only sound in the room her labored breaths.
At that moment, Dante felt closer to her than he ever had.
Mine.
He was desperate to pull her even tighter to him, mold them together so nothing and no one would ever be able to pull them apart. “I need you,” he told her huskily.
She went up on her hands and knees, looking down at him with adoring eyes. “I need you, too. But you can’t exert yourself.”
“Then make love to me, Sarah.” He rolled onto his back, waiting. He watched her for a minute, holding his breath.
“How?” she breathed softly.
He grabbed her thigh and swung it over his body. “Like this.” He seated her over his cock. “Ride me. I’ll let you set the pace.” He ground his teeth as he felt her indecision, and let out a sigh of relief as she grasped his cock and lined it up at her entrance. “Join us,” he ground out, feeling like he’d lose his mind if he didn’t get inside her wet heat right that second.
Taking him in slowly, Sarah lowered herself onto his cock with a ragged moan.
Dante grasped the sheets beside him, trying to keep from grasping her hips and taking control, but he let her swivel her hips as she seated him inside her, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “Yes. You feel so deep, so hard.”
“Fuck me,” he groaned in an urgent voice, needing her to move.
She braced her hands on his shoulders and started to move, slowly at first, up and down, grinding her pelvis against him every time she took him deeply inside her. Unable to stop himself, he put a hand around the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his, spearing his tongue into her mouth in a silent demand. She tasted like mint and lust, the combination about to drive him completely out of his mind.
“Help me,” Sarah pleaded in a whisper as he released her mouth. “I want this to feel good to you.”
Dante groaned as he felt her hard nipples abrading his chest. “Baby, if it felt any better, I’d be dead.” He was a dominant in the bedroom, and he didn’t usually screw this way, but with Sarah, it felt natural, right. He inhaled her intoxicating scent, let it surround him as she moved slowly up and down on his cock, gloving him in her tight, wet heat.
She sat up, her hands traveling over his chest, her short fingernails biting into his abdomen, and she left her hands there to stay in a completely seated position.
Unable to take the torment any longer, he grasped her hips and thrust himself up inside of her, meeting her every downward stroke.
“Yes,” she cried as Dante took control, holding her hips as he stroked upward, trying to get as deep as possible.
Her body tensed, and Dante knew the moment that she imploded, her channel clenching down on his cock as the walls pulsated, milking him. He thrust one more time and released himself deep inside her with a groan, his body shuddering from the intensity of his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he rasped, pulling Sarah down on top of him, wrapping his arms around her trembling, perspiration-soaked body.
She’s mine, and nobody is ever going to take her away from me.
“So much for you not exerting yourself,” Sarah whispered in his ear with a hint of amusement in her voice.
Dante ran a hand through her thick curls. “Way too much temptation,” he answered hoarsely.
“I didn’t mean for you to see—”
“Don’t be embarrassed. There’s nothing wrong with what you were doing. Sweetheart, there’s a whole lot more to sensual pleasure than just mating for the species,” he told her emphatically.
She laughed delightedly. “I think I figured that out from the moment you touched me,” she answered, her voice still choked with laughter.
Dante cuddled her body on top of his, smiling. God, how he adored this woman. This warm, courageous, intelligent, beautiful woman who still retained her sense of humor and sweetness after all she’d been through. “Spend time with me. Not because you have to, but because you want to,” he said, unable to totally keep a pleading tone from his voice. He and Sarah had been thrown together with him as her protector. Now he wanted her with him by choice.
I want her to choose me.
She was silent for a moment, her head on his shoulder, and Dante almost wondered if she had fallen asleep. “Okay,” she finally agreed in a soft whisper.
The tension left Dante’s body, and his arms tightened reflexively around her. Maybe her answer wasn’t as enthusiastic as he wanted it to be, but just having her agree was enough. For now.
She moved off his body, slowly sliding to his side. He brought her soft, warm body next to his, and they were both asleep moments later.
CHAPTER 19