RAVEN:
A forced, breathy chuckle escapes my lips as I stare at him in disbelief. The burn between my thighs is agonizing now.
“You’re joking. I cannot possibly beg my own husband to touch me.”
He lets out a shrug.
“Then I suppose you’ll be spending the night in frustration,” he says simply, turning toward the door.
“Wait!” I call out in desperation, and he stops.
He turns to face me with his brows raised.
“I…” I begin. Then he lifts my chin with his index finger, bringing his lips close to mine.
“What?” he murmurs, rattling my bones as I swallow hard.
“I want you to… I want you to f**k me.”
A smirk warms its way through his lips.
“My pleasure.”
He hauls me up by the waist and tosses me back onto the mattress. Without taking his eyes off mine, Dante reaches for his belt. Then he
