Chapter 52
Today is a special day!
Since it’s Mother’s Day, I’m only going to post this chapter for today. A
I wish a Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mothers that you are appreciation!
strong, incredible and full of love. May your day be filled with affection and
Dante Castelli.
I let my voice escape in a low tone as I lined myself up again, sinking into his hot, pulsating flesh, sliding inside without haste.
The sensation was overwhelming.
The heat enveloped him as if trying to trap me, sucking me further into that body tailor–made for me.
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His legs trembled before settling around my waist, keeping me where I was supposed to be. His arms slid down my back, his fingers digging into my skin as my mouth captured his with voracity.
The kiss was rough, urgent, a hungry contest between our tongues, a reflection of the burning desire that ignited our every move.
Each thrust stole the air from his lungs, and the moans escaped between the kisses, loud, needy, like fuel for my insanity.
Dante… Dante… Ah! Just like that… The voice broke in pure desperation, the senses surrendered to the spiral of pleasure.
My eyes darkened even more, predatory sparks flickering in the expression of someone who was nowhere near satiated.
He still didn’t understand what he had done.
He still didn’t understand the monster he had awakened.
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My hot mouth slid down to his chest, capturing one of his nipples between my lips. I sucked hungrily, without stopping moving, rhythmic and precise, punishing his most sensitive spot without respite.
The shock of the stimuli made her body arch, a tremor running through every muscle.
“I’m almost… Ah!” He gasped, unable to contain his despair.
The hoarse grunt came dragging from my throat, my fingers squeezing his waist as if to mark him to the bone. My movements became erratic and merciless, driving him to the edge of the abyss.
And then he shuddered.
The apex came like an overwhelming explosion, robbing him of all his strength. His body contracted around me, squeezing me so tightly that shattered in a blur of insane pleasure.
my sanity
The sensation made me lose control. With one last thrust, deep and possessive, I buried myself to the limit, letting my name escape his lips between gasping moans as I spilled inside him.
The heat consumed me. His body trembled against mine, the spasms prolonging the pleasure until there was nothing left but exhaustion.
I kept the movements slow, savoring every second until the tension in his muscles eased.
Then I grabbed his waist, turned him on his side, and lay down behind him, keeping myself inside his still warm and wet body, fitting perfectly against him.
Im tired…!
can’t take it anymore.
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Chapter 52
He said in a slurred tone, his eyes already closing against his will.
A satisfied smile appeared on my lips. I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before whispering.
‘Sleep
Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he quickly fell asleep.
For long minutes, I watched his rhythmic breathing, his relaxed features, and his serene expression.
My little rabbit.
Mine.
Carefully, I slid out of his body, feeling him twitch briefly before relaxing again. I got out of bed and walked over to the shelf, grabbing a few sheets of toilet
paper.
When I returned, I bent down beside him, analyzing every detail of his resting body. The cum was starting to run down his skin, so I patiently began to clean him up.
I ran my fingers gently along the inside of his thighs, removing the traces of what we had done. When I realized that there were still remnants inside him, I slipped two fingers back into his entrance, scooping up what was left.
A sleepy moan escaped his lips, but he remained asleep.
I smiled, satisfied.
I threw the dirty papers on the floor, not caring, and went back to bed.
Moving closer again, I slipped in behind him, pulling his body against mine. A heavy arm wrapped around his waist, keeping him firmly pinned.
A sultry smile crept across my lips as I sank my face into his soft hair, inhaling his addictive scent. A scent that, little by little, impregnated my skin, my system, took root so deeply in me that it is now impossible to exist without it.
Every step carefully calculated. Every word is strategically chosen. Every gesture meticulously rehearsed. Nothing was by chance.
The manipulation was an absolute success.
Pretending to empathize.
Showing non–existent patience.
Listening to him vent without interrupting, being the only one to offer him refuge when everyone else had abandoned him.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
