Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 215

Dante's POV

I cupped her face in my hands, my gaze dropping to her lips.

God, I'd been wanting to taste her like this for months. Wanting to claim her mouth without holding back, without any lingering doubt between us.

My pulse hammered in my ears as I closed the distance.

My lips crashed against hers, hungry and desperate. I kissed her like I was starving, like she was air and I'd been suffocating.

Months of restraint shattered. Every night I'd lain beside her, aching to touch her, every morning I'd woken with her body pressed against mine, every stolen glance when she'd walked around in those damn nightgowns, it all erupted in this moment.

She moaned into my mouth, and the sound nearly undid me.

My tongue swept past her lips, tasting her, exploring her. She met me with the same hunger, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I lifted her, and her legs wrapped around my waist. My hands slid down to grip her thighs as I backed her against the wall.

My mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, then lower.

"Dante..." she breathed.

I pulled back slightly, my breathing ragged. "What's wrong?"

Her eyes met mine, dark with desire. "Dear husband, I want you to make love to me."

Every nerve in my body came alive. Heat flooded through me, fierce and overwhelming.

But I held back. This time I needed to be sure.

"Are you certain?" My voice came out hoarse. "Because if we start this, Gianna, I won't be able to stop."

"I've never been more certain of anything." Her hands framed my face. "I'm ready to give all of myself to you. I want to be your wife in every way."

A smirk tugged at my lips. "You're not going to get me all worked up and then change your mind again, are you?"

She laughed, that beautiful sound I loved. "Not this time. I promise you, I'm not going anywhere."

"Good." I captured her mouth again, then scooped her into my arms, carrying her to the bed.

When I laid her down, she looked up at me with those eyes full of love and trust and desire.

I hovered over her, my lips finding hers again, slower this time but no less passionate.

My teeth grazed her collarbone. "...I noticed, baby. Every. Single. Time."

"Dante!" She was laughing now, even as she moaned.

"What?" I grinned against her neck. "You asked for honesty. I'm being honest."

"You're being shameless."

"With you? Always." My mouth moved to her collarbone, my tongue sweeping across the delicate bone.

She arched into me. "Besides, you're the one who packed an entire suitcase full of lingerie. What was I supposed to think?"

"That... I wanted to look pretty for my husband?"

"Pretty?" I lifted my head to look at her, then dipped back down, my teeth grazing the hollow of her throat. "Baby, you looked like every fantasy I've ever had come to life. Pretty doesn't even begin to cover it."

My lips moved lower, finding the edge of her dress. "I've wanted you so badly," I groaned against her skin. My tongue dragged along her collarbone. "It's been torture."

She pulled me up for another kiss, deep and demanding, and I lost myself in her. In the taste of her mouth, the feel of her body beneath mine, the heat building between us.

Every wall was gone. Finally free to show her exactly how much I'd been craving her.