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I drag my lips lower. Down her throat. Across her collarbone. I close my mouth over one nipple, and her fingers twist into my hair. The sound she makes is fucking everything.

I want to hear another one. I want to hear a hundred more. I graze her with my teeth and get exactly what I'm after.

"Dante." My name comes out ragged.

That's it, baby. Say it again.

I move to her other breast and take my time.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, trying to steer me lower, and I smile against her skin.

Impatient little thing.

I've thought about this every night for weeks. The taste of her. The weight of her thighs on my shoulders. I'm not rushing a single second of it.

"Please," she breathes.

I lift my head and look up the length of her body, flushed and wrecked already, and I've barely started.

"Please what?" I say. "Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly where you want my mouth."

She doesn't answer with words.

She grabs my wrist and drags my hand down her stomach, putting it between her thighs.

"There," she whispers.

I let out a low curse in Italian and oblige my wife.

Going lower, I press a kiss to the inside of her knee. Another one higher. By the third, she’s moving her hips and seeking my lips.

"Dante, if you keep teasing me, I will actually kill you."

I laugh against her skin. My little rose, threatening a mafia don in his own bed.

"No, you won't," I say, and drop my mouth to her drenched pussy.

The first taste of her pulls a groan from me. She moans, and her thighs clamp around my head. But I grip them and spread them wide, holding her open as I devour her with my tongue, mouth, and fingers.

Her hands find my hair again and pull hard enough to sting.

Yes, little rose. Pull hard. I want the sting. I want you to leave marks.

"Don't stop," she pants. "Please, don’t stop.”

I wasn't planning on it. I work her up until her whole body coils tight and my name becomes a ragged cry on her lips as she comes.

I don't stop until her whimpers soften and her body jerks from the sensitivity.

I kiss my way back up her body and hover over her. Her eyes are glassy, and her face is flushed. Christ, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"That's one," I say.

Her eyes widen. "One?"

"I told you, baby. I’m a patient man, and I’m only getting started."

She wraps her legs around me, her heels pressing into the small of my back.