“Let me in, Vesper,” he coaxes, putting his hands on my knees and carefully avoiding the bruises. I let him push. I want to let him in. I want to have him with me. I relax and he steps into the space between my legs.
He kisses me again. I close my eyes and focus on the way his soft lips feel against mine. The gentle scratch of his stubble on my cheek and how his masculine, wonderful scent is taking me away. I love how good he smells.
Dante's hand slides down from his kiss, gentle and feather soft as he searches for my breast. He cups the swell of my breast though my nightshirt, teasing my nipple with his thumb. He's so gentle and his kisses are so warm.
My hands go to his belt and I fumble with the button on his pants as he continues his kissing. He's hard and long already. My fingers wrap around his shaft. It's like steel covered with satin. Suddenly, everything within me needs him. A need so strong that I can barely remember to breath because of it overcomes me. I need him in me. Now.
I wrap my legs around his waist, positioning his swelling girth and then guiding him into me. My legs tighten, drawing him further in. I love the small gasp he makes as he enters me. It's pure pleasure. I want more of him. I want all of him.
Dante pumps his hips in and out in a slow, lazy motion. There is no urgency, not yet, to his motions. This is all about my pleasure and showing me that he cares. This is slow and loving, not fast and hard. This is what I need. But I want more.
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nbsp; I tighten my legs around him, pulling him deeper and arching my back to give him even more.
“Vesper...” he groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his fingers tightening on the counter. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
But I do. Because he does the same thing to me.
I put my hands on either side of his face and peer into his eyes. There's so much emotion there, yet so much youth. He is everything I want and shouldn't have. I don't deserve a love like his. He has so much potential that I almost feel guilty about marrying him and keeping him for myself. Almost.
“Don't hold back,” I whisper, looking deeply into his dark eyes. “I want you. Please.”
I squeeze my legs tighter, showing him what I mean in addition to the words. His pace quickens. Every thrust fills me with pleasure. I've forgotten the bruises and the pain for a moment. I'm lost on the pleasure he's giving me.
I watch with heavy lids as his brow furrows in concentrations, his motions becoming stronger and more insistent, until his eyes go wide. I feel the hot splash of his seed as he finds his release. It's like a gun going off and filling me with warmth and light. I draw him into me, pulling of much of his essence and strength into me as I can. I need him. I wish I could have a part of him inside of me like this forever.
“You drive me insane, Vesper,” Dante gasps. His eyes hold nothing but innocent love for me.
“Right back at you, Bond.” I grin and kiss his forehead. I can't believe how good I feel right now with him. “Thank you.”
He waits until his breathing is back to normal before stepping back and leaving me aching for him again. I feel strangely full and empty at the same time.
I grab the roll of paper towels from beside me and hand him several before getting some for myself. I slide off the counter, wincing as I catch a sore spot on my way down. We clean up, stealing smiles and glances.
It takes me a minute to find my panties, but I put them back on. I'm suddenly very tired. I need a pain pill and some more sleep. Or caffeine.
I reach for my coffee and find that it's still warm, which makes me smile. I take a pain pill and the antibiotic. I have to remember to check my birth control prescription, but that is low on my list of priorities. Life is good right now.. When John Norwood is dead, I can have mornings like this everyday. Without the bruises. I feel the world opening up with possibilities for me and Dante without Norwood haunting my past.
My phone, the one I only use for emergencies, starts to ring on the counter. Dante answers, then frowns and holds the phone out to me. “It's for you.”
I set down my coffee and take the phone with a bad feeling coming over me.
“I hear Mr. Russo is having a bad day.”
Mr. Norwood's voice makes my knees give out and I drop into a chair. My heart is pounding and I'm glad the only thing in my stomach is a couple of sips of coffee because I'm fairly sure I'm going to be sick.
“You want his problems to stop? Reign in your dog and I'll let him survive this.” I can hear the derision in Mr. Norwood's voice drip across every word like spilled blood. “You're mine, but I know how unhappy you'll be if anything bad happened to your young pet. Stop him from making a very stupid decision or the Feds will find his hit-man's receipts. He has some secrets I'm sure he'd rather not be shared.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because it's fun. Oh, and if you say a word of any of this to your little Dante-y, I'll have him killed. You know I can make it look like an accident.”
My mouth is dry as the line goes dead. All my happy, good feelings are gone. I'm empty and suddenly cold.
I wasn't free. I would never be free. I am doomed.
I drop more than set the phone down, but I twist my face into something that doesn't look like terror before I turn back to face Dante.