Eleni
Dante surges up into my mouth, then grunts in pain. I pull back immediately.
“And what if your husband just got the s**t kicked out of him?” He smiles sheepishly and gestures to the sling on his arm.
Even when he was shot, he didn’t ask for anything. He really is a different man now.
“Doesn’t change a thing.” I climb slowly on top of him. My side aches, and my head spins a little. I brace my arms on either side of his head and lean down to kiss him again.
His mouth slots perfectly into mine. I know the taste of his lips, the half-gasp that precedes his c**k stiffening underneath me, the flutter of his fingers over my bruise. I’ve spent so much time thinking about how well Dante knows me that I never even realized how well I know him. My hips begin moving against him of their own
