“Yours!” I sobbed, voice cracking. “It’s yours, Dante — oh God, please — I’m yours!”

The admission seemed to snap something inside him. His pace turned feral. He released my hair only to wrap one strong arm around my waist, holding me in place as he drove into me with short, punishing strokes that ground the head of his cock against that perfect spot deep inside. His fingers never stopped their assault on my clit.

Another orgasm crashed into me without mercy.

It was stronger than the others — violent, shattering, almost painful in its intensity. My vision went white. My scream was hoarse and broken as my walls clamped...