Chapter 23

Dante

Mine.

It was the one word running on repeat as I scanned every inch of Camila’s sensual being. She was as I said, fucking perfect. “I want to explore every peak.” I lowered my lips and sucked one of her nipples. Her shriek was a lightning bolt to my hardened cock. “Every valley.” My lips teased the flesh between her breasts. “Until I’ve solved every mystery of your body.”

Camila wobbled as if she was hypnotized by the sound of my voice.

As I’d done on the balcony, I lifted her naked body to my chest and carried her to the bed. Throwing back the blankets, I laid her on the black satin sheets.

Black.

Camila’s innocence would be evident after I took her, but it wouldn’t be the stark broadcast of red on a crisp white canvas. Grabbing the back of my shirt, I pulled it over my head, tossing it onto the floor. I made quick work of my holsters, removing my gun and two knives. By the time I was down to my boxer briefs, Camila was sitting up, her body up to her breasts covered with a sheet, staring in my direction with the sexiest smirk I’d ever seen.

“You were saying, about your experience with seeing men?”

“We have a pool. I’ve seen what you’re showing me.”

“You’ve seen it. Have you touched it?”

Camila shook her head.

I crooked my finger and bid her to come to me.

There was a millisecond of a delay. Yet before I could say a word, Camila threw back the sheet revealing her perfect body, and getting off the bed, came toward me. Reaching for her hand, I brought it to my chest.

Camila splayed her fingers. “I feel your heart beating.” She ran her finger over a scar on my pectoral region and more on my biceps. Her smile dimmed. “You have so many scars.”

“Badges of honor, my father used to say. Each one proves I survived.”

Camila shook her head. “Will you tell me about them?”

“I don’t remember all the stories. They blend together.”

With both her hands against my shoulders, she leaned closer. Her softness against my hardness caused my cock to twitch and my balls to draw up.

“May I see all of you?” she asked.

“If I pull myself out, this is going to go a lot faster than I want it to. You will do more than see, but first, I want to learn those mysteries.”

Her grin grew. “What mysteries?”

Taking her hand, I led her back to the bed and lay down at her side, my head supported by my hand, my elbow on the pillow. I stared down into her green velvet stare. “Mysteries.” I bent my neck closer and blew a warm breath behind her ear, causing her to giggle as her flesh prickled with goose bumps. “You’re ticklish behind your ear.”

I continued my exploration, kissing and nipping. Her nipples were ultrasensitive, beading with the slightest attention. This time I moved lower, kisses and nips down her flat stomach, over her protruding hips. The sweet aroma of her essences beckoned me lower as she wiggled beneath my touch.

“Dante.” My name hung in the air.

“I’m still solving mysteries.”

She pressed her legs together. Lifting my head, I met her gaze. “Mine.”

“It’s just…” She shook her head. “Are you going to…?”

My smile grew. “I’m going to explore your sweet, wet pussy.”

“Oh God. Like with your mouth? Do people really do that?”

I couldn’t hold back my laugh. “Yes, beautiful. People really do that, and more than do it, they like it.”

“Maybe we should shower first.”

“No fucking way. I’m already addicted to your scent, and I haven’t gotten my first lick.”

She flung her arm over her eyes. “I’m embarrassed.”

“Fuck no.” I climbed up her body until our noses met. “Never. Remember the night you came to my apartment?”

Camila nodded.

“The night you orgasmed against me?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“You were so wet, you left a spot of your come on my shorts.”

Her eyes opened wider. “I didn’t.”

“You did. I fucking jacked off to the smell of those shorts for weeks. Now, I want to taste it.” Before she could argue or her cheeks could become pinker, I lifted her over me. She straddled my torso with her petite hands on my shoulders and her luscious tits in my face.

“Dante, what…?”

“Do it again.”

“Do what?”

“Rub yourself on me. Let me watch you.”

Camila’s upper lip disappeared behind her teeth.

Scooting up toward the headboard, I lowered her to my lap with her legs bent near my waist. “I’m rock-hard for you, but I want you loosened up, relaxed, and ready.” I flexed my hips, pushing my hardness against her cunt.

“I don’t…”

She lifted her hands back to my shoulders. Closing her eyes, she moved, her torso tightening and swaying as she rubbed her pussy over my cock. Back and forth. I studied her expressions, sensing when she felt pleasure. She was a work of art to behold. An erotic play written and directed to fulfill not only the desires of the actors but also the audience. By the time the final curtain fell, there would be multiple climaxes.

Her eyes opened as my hands came to her round ass.

“Keep going.”

As her movements quickened, I parted her folds, my finger submerging in her soaked, tight, soft pussy. She mewed as her forehead fell to my shoulder, still moving in a rhythm of her own creation. While I missed the sight of her beautiful face, I craved the feel of her body against mine. Each ministration pushed her breasts against my chest as a second finger joined the first.

She was so tight.

Camila’s breaths came faster as her speed increased.

“Hold on to the headboard,” I instructed.

“What…?”

I slid down until my head was on the pillow. Camila’s thighs were on either side of my face, and her dripping pussy was over my mouth. The first lick sent her into a spiral as her body convulsed. I reached for her hands and directed them to the solid wood headboard.

She held on tight as I feasted on the delicacy before me. I held her hips as she bucked. It was as I nipped her clit that Camila screamed, the bedroom echoing with her sounds of pleasure.

All at once, I flipped her. Camila was light as a feather. Positioning and repositioning her was as easy as turning myself. She leaned her head to the side, granting me access to her sensitive, soft neck as I pressed my body over hers. More than a little satiated, her bent knees relaxed, flopping to the sides. If I didn’t have on my boxer briefs, I’d be inside her.

My lips found hers as I devoured her mouth as I had her cunt. Camila didn’t back away from her own taste; she kissed back, ravenous for what I had to offer. I kissed her neck and collarbone as I freed my erection from the confines of the boxer briefs.

Stilling, I waited for Camila’s eyes to open. Once the green was before me, I asked, “Are you on the pill?”

She blinked. “What? No. My mother wouldn’t…Do you want me to be?”

A smile lifted my cheeks. “Probably not the perfect timing for this discussion, but you want to continue classes, right?”

As she contemplated her answer, I directed the tip of my cock to her folds.

Camila’s eyes opened wide.

“I’m trying to distract you, beautiful. We’ll deal with birth control another day.”

Pressing her lips together, she nodded.

“Look at me.”

The satiation haze disappeared as she stared into my eyes.

“I want to make this good.”

With her hands on my shoulders, she shrugged. “Cat and Mia both say it gets better.”

“How was the oral?” I asked, further distracting as I pressed into her.

“Better than I…” She bit her upper lip.

She’s like a fucking glove three sizes too small.

“Oh.” Her long lashes flutter. “It was…well, I came.”

I pressed further.

Camila palmed my cheeks. “Do it. I’m as ready as I’ll be.”

Lowering my forehead to hers, I watched her eyes, the tightness in her jaw, and the tight muscles along her temples. With a deep inhale, I pushed through the barrier she saved for me. My inspection of her face continued. “I won’t move.”

Camila’s lips curled and her green eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Move.” She wiggled beneath me. “I feel so full.” Her expression changed. “Is that how it should feel?”

“I haven’t been on the other side, but yeah.”

Slowly, I pulled out only to press in again. As I created a rhythm, Camila’s tenseness subsided, and she began rocking with me. Although I intended to stay slow and gentle, the grip of her pussy on my cock was earthquaking. A few more thrusts and I sensed my balls tightening.

Reaching down, I found her clit and rubbed circles until her moans filled my ears. As her canal quivered, a deep guttural roar escaped my lips, and my cock throbbed in its tight new home.

Again, I dropped my forehead to hers and peppered her cheeks and lips with kisses. “Are you all right?”

Camila’s smile beamed beneath me. “It was better than I expected.”

Rolling, I broke our connection. “Remember, it gets better.”

She sat up, looking down at her legs. “Is there…there’s blood.”

“There is, but it’s not as glaring on these black sheets.” I got up from the bed. In the bathroom, my cock glistened with the mixture of our come and her blood. A primal, feral sense of duty, sacrifice, and protection built within me. The whole virgin thing was never a deciding factor in choosing a wife. That was until now.

Camila was mine.

Only mine.

That knowledge unleashed an overpowering sense within me to take care of Camila and spend my life fulfilling her every need. As I carried a washcloth to the bed to tend to her physical necessities, the world around our bubble came back with a vengeance.

Tonight, I’d sleep with my wife.

Tomorrow we’d face the world as a married couple.