Chapter 45

• "God, yes," Dante roared, his voice cracking as he felt me shatter around him. The sensation of my body clamping down on him was too much—it broke his control completely. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body stiffening as he drove into me one last time, deep and hard, and let out a guttural groan that vibrated through my entire chest.
• He held himself there, pinned against me, his breath coming in harsh, jagged gasps against my skin. For a long moment, the only sound in the kitchen was the heavy thud of our hearts and the whistling of the wind outside.
• Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at me. His hair was a mess, his eyes dark and blown wide with satisfaction. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—that arrogant, beautiful smirk that always made my heart race.